Everyone pulls the same old rope furiously
really only in their own direction
one rows, one feels if only gossiping is needed
and can't keep his mouth shut
The porridges and vells have already burned to the bottom
and no one steers the ship to the port
life is a party, it's a party as well as a bag
plus still offers from her shopping bag
Ice not to watch
side by side but
strange times
I can feel the
taste of blood in my mouth
strange times
I am a stranger, time makes me stranger ¤
I have to admit it, it takes me with me
I take a pill and take another
I get up, I feel comfortable
And when I walk around the city, the feeling nobody
nothing, and I don't want to know
I walk like a ghost, somewhere far away
and I can't even look behind me

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS