Save your skin, the city brought you the summer
Put on some color, when men die they are white
Most white
That they fly without coming back
Without coming back, they fly without returning
You have feet and you have hands
But they aren’t seen
If your feet were born as wind today
Let them run
And if your hands were born with the plants
Let them grow
Live blue, because in blue
You don’t have Sundays
Laugh at last, that crying
brings so much cold
More cold, than forgetting how to see
How to see, than forgetting how to see
Once I saw that you weren’t singing
And I didn’t know why
If you have a voice, you have words
Let them fall
Falling makes your life sound
Even if you don’t believe it
So much city, so much thirst
And you are only a man x5