The city is sick today. And it is infected by something invisible.  Dictatory winds, bright morning In a cup of smoky tea in the late afternoon Poisoned by specialized vision;  In Einstein's dead brain. This disease is not pneumonia, It is something that eats everything of thought, intellect, creativity, cerebrum. This disease eats our senses. This city today is in a devil's mood  Eats the power of values and merit There is no sky in this city today No birds are flying in the evening air In a naked city, there is no definition of integrity Here, just behind the fog across the yard,  the blooming flowers, carelessly cry!   There is nothing in this city today.