Like snowflakes in the storm
pass the people by.
They twirl like autumn leaves
before their last battle.
It rains over the big city,
he freezes where he goes.
A stranger among strangers,
a wandering without a goal.
Neon signs reflect themselves
in cars and concrete.
and the mannequins smile like
they are humming a song:
"Come closer, come closerr!
Here we sell courage.
For a small amount of money you can feel
like a king even though you are a page."
And I see that you are crying, Marianne
Yes, I see that you are crying, Marianne.
And the entertainment temples offer
their calming music,
and the community one knows
with a one armed bandit.
And the savior behind the bar counter,
he smiles and fills up
and pretends that it is raining
when someone bursts into tears.
And I see that you are crying, Marianne.
Yes, I see that you are crying, Marianne.
Marianne, a hundred miles from your loving embrace
in a three year loneliness.
Marianne, it can tear the strongest band,
But what does the power of it matter.
He wanders around in the night
so far from his friend
Along alleys where one is offered
The Big Love:
For a hundred crowns one may see
how man fathers children,
and for 10 more one may take
the porn magazine one wants to have.
His feverish eyes
see how the bingo sharks
may eat old fighters
into only bones.
And the eyes of the old ones
reflect the same loneliness
like that which he is shadowing
in his silent apartment.
And I see that you are crying, Marianne
Yes, I see that you are crying, Marianne
Marianne, he was in danger where your work was,
since they looted a part of our country.
Yet he knows that some of the fault was his
that you slip away from each other.
He stands at the boats,
he shivers like in a cramp.
For a short second it attracts
the water's oily soft embrace.
So he closes his pale hand,
and anger pours forth.
He whispers: We will show them,
we are alive, Marianne!
And I see that you are crying, Marianne.
Yes, I see that you are crying, Marianne.