Thousands of lights are getting a part
Hearing the music, watching the lights.
Holding your hand in my hand
Techno is coming to end.

Beats after beats making scratches
Taking the cigarette, finding matches,
Drinking some aqua, dancing again
Playing the most superb game.

Morning is near, sun comes so high
Losing both years, losing both eyes.
But my emotions are making heart-beat
Taxi is near… We leave KaZantip…