Hometown chimney, mist fog on the field
He smoking violently is
Desolate and dark night
Red sparkling smoke - head, and eyes
He needs a kind of haunting and embracing himself
The taste of those distant hays
It spreads out from under the cooking table
and out from the yellow hills behind the house
From one cigarette after another
And one smoking is
Coughing, found a reason for tears
In a place far from hometown