This bar is a gorge
and the water that flows here
has a bitter smell
Some drunk idiot
speaks something about the working man,
whose life and whose death
I think to myself, make sure you run away,
because my argument would now be
actually just the fist
but I'm leaving the scene
suddenly you stand there and say,
Andy, do you, do you want to be
for my jewelry tonight?
We get in the taxi, you look good,
I see it in your eyes
I want to say something, but you say:
Drop me at the corner
you look wasted, so do I
can't you feel it in disguise ?
Post Shaky Time Sadness
will take over command
Post shaky time sadness
is the sad side that shaky times demand
But I'm moving on, I'm tired of it< br/>how we waste ourselves in our sleep
of these bright and sunshine nights
I think of you, of your wit,
and as you say, made of light
is nothing in this darkness
Remember last year
and that in the end we were all far too tired
Suddenly you're standing in front of me, say
Andy, dis moi oui, dis moi oui,
do you, do you wane be
for tonight my jewelry?
We get into the taxi, it's getting morning,
I don't want it anymore believe
I want to say something, but you say:
Don't get lost in these corners
You are not wasted, nor am I
It's just a feeling we can't hide
Post Shaky Time Sadness
will take over command
Post shaky time sadness
is the sad side that shaky times demand

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