Today I go home alone once again,
there are people walking around, and looking down from billboards.
But why do I want to run away?
But why can't I walk beside you?
I know where my home is, aloof from people
I've been listening to the sound of rain and to Billie Holiday.
But why do I want to run away?
And only the drunken rain knows where you are.
I've got too little, too little, too little of non-rainy weather in spring,
I've known too little, too little, too little not strange, but kind words,
There is so little of you on earth, there is but a wall on earth.
I am alone, but you are not.
There are no traces of me in your eyes,
and the key didn't match, or probably didn't dare to.
And only the drunken rain is pouring here and there,
and only the drunken rain knows where you are.
I've got too little, too little, too little of non-rainy weather in spring,
I've known too little, too little, too little not strange, but kind words,
There is so little of you on earth, there is but a wall on earth.
I am alone, but you are not.
Today I go home alone once again...