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I walk the streets with my hair standing on end,
my trousers have come undone from the crotch.
And the hairdresser Lissu has cut my hair again;
it stands like a stunner towards the oncoming person.
I stand in front of a goldsmith's shop,
I see a silver spoon in the pig's mouth.
I see the rich who buy; it makes us forget
that you and I have something better.
You and me at the traffic lights,
you and me in the slums,
you and me in the morning dew.
Now the hair upright I walk the streets,
memories have tormented me for too long.
I see you in cafes as a ticket seller at the fair,
longing has messed everything up again.
Hope is like a good spirit, it just flows,
it makes the oarless boat move.
The boat meets a deserted island lulled by the winds:
this is how you and I meet again.
You and I at the traffic lights,
You and I in the slum house ,
you and me in the morning baptism.
(3x) You and I