Looking at the window across
Just drops of rain, just nightly gloss..
The lady drinking her tea
seating alone, looking at me.
We are waiting for jazz
To run away and come back
There is Nothing to guess.
Feel the night, Feel the jazz
Friends are gone, the tea is cold
Bars are closed,
3.44 - the symphony of silence
closed the circle, stopped the train
3.44 in a black square is going thru my vain
Flashing lights, symphony of silence
two dates on the stone
The reality of balance
We are in oriental express alone!
Feel the night, Feel the jazz
To run away and come back!
To run away from our illusions
To come back to our solutions!