this large and broad city, shiny buildings and highways
the window climbers, and useless Alcatraz
the iron's gonna sing us in green apple's voice
you're getting sweeter
and i have disappeared without a trace in camp Japan
a tired pigeon, a starling in a hand
was standing still and just expecting you
ungratefully
with you
the thirty first spring is spending every night
and with no doubts goes jealous over all
and with no doubts goes jealous over all
and shatters windows
while i am parting ways with this salty city, which
by any road and any train is out of reach
and my lips had here been laced by the wind
so often
a dawn, wings full of hay, the spiderweb, the wire net
soft as a tiger, i stand by your window gap
and water mad of all the tenderness is so
imperfect
while i am longing for you, bending to the ground
stuck in this march, forever and always
and ships like maniacs are drifting in the breeze
ungratefully
with you
the thirty first spring is spending every night
and with no doubts goes jealous over all
and with no doubts goes jealous over all
and shatters windows
while i am parting ways with this salty city, which
by any road and any train is out of reach
and my lips had here been laced by the wind
so often