Jauchiuosi... kartais jauchiuosi tokia nereikalinga... atrodo jeigu manes nebutu niex ne nepastebetu... kartais einu gatve... ir manes niekas nemato... as kaip tamsus seselis visus matau, o manes niekas... viska zinau... viska suvokiu... tureciau buti, bet nesu... atrodo jog visi turi savo vieta... bet... ash neturiu... ash tik paprastas seselis klaidziojantis gatvemis ir ieskantis kazko pazystamo, to kazko kuris mane matytu... kuris nusisypsotu... o gal net pasisveikintu... bet su seseliais niekas nekalba... tu tiesiog tunai savo mazame, saltame kamputyje ir bijai zody istarti kad niekas nepasikeistu... seseliai, masto ir kalba... bet kartu yra nematomi ir bailus... gali atrodyti kad ju nera... bet... jie mato tave visur... jie tave stebi... apie tave jie zino viska... bet kartu ir nieko... jie gyvena nezinomybeje... jie nezino kas bus rytoj... jie nezino ka rytoj pamatys... bet jie ir nenori zinoti... jie nori buti zmones... zmones kuriu kas nors ilgetusi... kuriais kas nors dometusi... ne... tiesiog bent pasisveikintu... seseliai nori gyventi... its in lithuanian... but there is some part in english version... i'm feeling... sometimes i'm feeling such naught... i thinking, that if i weren't there nobody even notice it... sometimes i'm walking in street... and nobody notice me... i'm like the dark shadow can see everybody, but they cant see me... i should be... but i dont... everyone have a place in life.. but i dont... shadows know everything... and they dont... i'm just a simple shadow who runs in streets and looking for someone familiar... who can see me... give that smile to me... and maybe even shake hands with me... but with shadows noone speaks... you just siting in a litle, cold corner and afraid to speak... that nothing change... shadows can speak and think... but in other hand they are invisible and shy....