For her the ballerinas' steps,
for me the black flight of the crows.
For her the turquoise of the swimming pools,
for me the rust of the bars.
I gave ten years of my life,
for those eyes clear as water,
I never saw any ballerinas,
on the straw of the dungeon.
She lives with the leather of the limousines,
and the soft pedals of the pianos,
and I get the din of the canteen,
the breath of the executioners.
I gave ten years of my life,
for those eyes clear as water,
for this flickering light
that follows my fingers on the photo.
There’s a man falling down
his eyes in the gutter,
in the main road,
the spinning lights,
the jurers looking at me,
I’m going to have to talk.
The blade is in my pocket,
if it’s her you love,
you’ll have to do it.
The lights get closer,
the wail of the sirens
but it was a dead-end.
And all the time that it lasts…
...Oh all the time that it lasts…
...All the time that it lasts.
The strange friendships and the porno books.
Inside, the black water of the machines,
the gutter smells,
and outside the life giving sun
On the horses' manes.
I gave ten years of my life,
for those eyes clear as water,
she still loves me, she wrote to me,
I’ll be getting a breath of fresh air soon…
She still loves me, she wrote to me,
I’ll be getting a change of scenery soon…
She still loves me…
She still loves me…
She still loves me…
She still loves me…
She still loves me...