I might not be very beautiful or wise,
but you don't seem to care about it
though I thought I'd never be enough for you like this
I'm not entirely flawless either, usually I just usually cause troubles
But still you are totally there, there next to me
You see light where the road disappears to darkness
and you pick up a crippled bird that has fallen from its' clouds to your arms
That's why I'd search for you from the winter nights and morning crowds on the stations
I'd write your name to the chest of a shirt so you'd know me
and wouldn't be drowned to the stream of people,
if you need me
You've got blue eyes and a glance so determinate, that I don't even notice to fear
though I know that this world has dislocated
You see light where the road disappears to darkness
and you pick up a crippled bird that has fallen from its' clouds to your arms
That's why I'd search for you from under bridges or from the stir of night cafes
I'd write your name to the chest of a shirt so you'd know me
and wouldn't be drowned to the stream of people,
if you need me
I don't always know where I travel between the sky and the earth
Who could lean to a tightrope walker?
I'm not able to do miracles, not even those that you read from the magazines
I still wish that I can be by you
That's why I'd search for you even from outskirt streets, from basements, from outer blocks
I'd write your name to the chest of a shirt so you'd know me
and wouldn't be drowned to the stream of people,
if you need me