Jartsa sits at the night service station at half past two
Staring at his empty coffee cup
Behind him there's a hard streak of wild years
It feels the traces of thousands of pints
I know there is something good and beautiful
More than a dream of happiness
I know there is something good and beautiful
More than a dream of happiness
Lissu on the pavement on her knees
Curses at the fallen bag
Her studies are unfinished and
There's a five week old child in her belly
The traces lead to Jartsa's regular bar
I know there is something good and beautiful
More than a dream of happiness
I know there is something good and beautiful
More than a dream of happiness
I know there is something good and beautiful
More than a dream of happiness
I know there is something good and beautiful
More than a dream of happiness