The air was dark everyone started to flee It was the night of Halloween. The air was dark everyone started to flee It was the night of Halloween.

You were like a screen guard, Which was torn enough, You were like a screen guard, Which was torn enough,

Every street an easel, Every wall a canvas. Every street an easel, Every wall a canvas.

I am a pilot, Who flies with rumors, I am a pilot, Who flies with rumors,

A busy street Stops in Covid-19 To street graffiti stories. A busy street Stops in Covid-19 To street graffiti stories.

Graffiti wall and a photographer! Highlights in museums for tomorrow! Graffiti wall and a photographer! Highlights in museums for tomorrow!