We're getting into the cab in search for out freedom,
Trying to erase it from our memories.
There are things that seeks refuge in the night,
It's runaway time, don't let it fall.

Lights are red and the traffic lights turn into yellow,
Looks like the road we took only yesterday.
A pain can make a person to go mad,
Sitting with gun in our hands,
Waiting for the opportunity...

We know and we're convinced that there is something out
there,
But the night covers us like a blanket.
The night is so beautiful and meaningful,
Hoping to find another life.

And he doesn't mind although he's not even human,
His sanity is only self-believed.
Takes a gun and kills the blonde whore,
And point it to his head...
These are the scoundrel days.

Boys and girls are walking the night away,
They already know that the sex is the main target.
12-years-old-boy runs down a 90-year-old woman,
And all they do is burst with laughter.

Night after night 3 days in a row,
And ghosts of the past come to pay a visit.
She was beautiful and he died not long ago,
There's an accident on the road.
These are the days of the change.

And then a man comes and starts to talk to us,
Says that there's a chance to make a difference.
And the cab keeps on running on the roads,
All the traffic lights turn to red,
In those scoundrel days.