The heavy gate, the limping language
Words are not enough
The open wound, sunlight
Hurts my skin
I just came out of prison
The world isn't taking me in
In my heart, lie the oaths
Of those who died still
Which square, which street makes us rejoin?
Which lie, which prohibition meets us?
Neither people, nor places
Are enough for longings
Other words, other faces,
The paybacks never end.
Love slept on bunk beds
The dreams got old and disappeared
I'm burying in my whistling
The words in my heart
Which square, which street makes us rejoin?
Which lie, which prohibition meets us?