i thought that had been my last chance to see her,
and that happened again and i wasn't ready to taste that.
it happened and it will always happen.
i don't want to stay here anymore,
she will come with me and i will carry my best things,
before i lose them once again.
no one knows, why i lay down,
it just kills me, with no gun.
no one feels me, because it robs me,
it drags me down, i hope it forgets me.
time passes, singer sings for grace,
and i'm sure, it's not me, it's pressure.
i hope you know, i can't stay anymore,
i should leave you, it's not me, it's pressure.
she stands toward me, and sings this song with me,
ah set me free. let it be free.
i told you behind the line, all about leaving you,
but i love you.
in the feast of friends, she looks straight into my eyes,
i drink and don't pay any attention to her.
this is not what i want.
my friends know who she is,
and this matter bothers me so much.
she wants to live with me, because she thinks i'm always happy,
and i just want to escape from the party,
because i finally know that she is a professional prostitute.
it's too late, she said yes.
February 15
A million stars glow in the night, all my neighbours sleep,
and i'm going shopping, i'm walking, at 00:34 am.
nobody knows why i decided to go shopping late at night.
when i desired to see her once again, i picked up the phone,
and dialled her number,...
she was there. she said everything is ready for our visit.
i'm wearing my overcoat, i'm so happy, tired & wishful.
i only think about her and her weaked voice.
February 2nd
when i arrived the store, she was sitting lonely behind the cash,
and smoked her cigar. queitly, with no expectance in her eyes.
i said: "hey !" and she turned back and said: "hey dad ! where the hell were you?
"Look into my eyes !"
the poor girl looks into his eyes, with so much fear & love.
"this is just what i want..."
"what do you want from me?"
"your heart, your soul, your virginity !"
the poor girl cries so hard and asks herself:
"where is the best place to hide ?, what is the finest way,
to feel my life once again ?"
the tall and blond man wears his glasses
and asks his final question:
"what do you think about it ?"
the sky is cloudy, and it seems that it isn't a good decision,
to spend your lifetime under the rain.
don't waste your time anymore.
i never let you down, i never make you cry,
but this place is my only birthplace,
and i never let you tear it down.
there is a hidden place in my backyard,
i lay you down in there,
i make you free.
let me carry you to your new birthplace.
sleep silently and don't say any words,
and i'm sure you won't !
the sweeper stands out there, with the infected bandaged eyes,
with the long besom in his hands, with black & dirty working overcoat.
he stands in the middle of the square, the square with tall bared trees and flaming grass.
from my window, i see him walks hobblely. he talks with those fairies, quietly.
he is not a worker, but he works, he is not a scavenger, but he scavenges, he is not a thinker, but he always thinks, he is not a sweeper, but he sweeps... ...he always sweeps, he always sweeps.
that was my second time i saw her face,
the first time was when i stood at her doorway,
in the stairway,
some days ago.
she brought a cup of tea for me, when i was sitting on her sofa,
somewhere in her living room.
i wasn't thinking of anything, i was just thinking about why she was naked.
i'm staring to her face, and she still thinks i'm her man...
...but i'm not.
i'm just a postman.
my tea gets cold.
I love you,
but in this situation,
i can't show this feeling to you.
O' yes,
in this fuckin dark & mephitic crypt,
you shall stay
and promise yourself,
not to love me again.