Lisa our paper boats
In the big blue pool
Your first black brushes for the eyes
You often said we will live elsewhere
I ran to hide
When I wanted you to cry
A few men are still playing
Like cruel children
Tonight Odessa falls asleep under the sky
Lisa it's the same everywhere
The smoke from the planes
You're just on the wrong side of the horizon
The only trains that leave
Are commuter trains
You can stretch out your hands
There's all this emptiness in the middle
And your songs fall
To hotel pianos
During that Odessa falls asleep under the sky
I still have the name you bear
I imagine the sound of your voice
One fine day it's certain you will fly away
Lisa soldiers are watching
The mail trucks
Your words come back all undressed...
A few men are still playing
Like cruel children
No doubt Odessa is asleep under the sky
I still have the name you bear
I imagine the sound of your voice
One fine day it's certain you will fly away
br/>Lisa, clinging to the wings
Dissident birds

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