Traffic Lights
Aleksis Luriņš, Edgars Kaupers, Emīls Kaupers, Roberts Vanags
People are like lamps
Warm and bright
Without selfishness
They give us light
I saw a place
You wouldn't believe
It was so bright
I could not leave
Standing in front of your traffic lights
The pictures of you I'm still inside
How can we end up where we started?
Where easy friends go when friendship dies?
People are like gold mines
Dark and deep
Giving you chances
You can't keep
I saw a place
You wouldn't believe
It was so dark
I could not feel
Standing in front of your traffic lights
The pictures of you I'm still inside
How can we end up where we started?