Lovers move from bed to bed
In hotels, on car parks
To flee all this melancholia
The centres of towns look awful
Blues, phone calls,
Everything will start again in spring
Except indelible loves.
Dreams pack themselves into undergrounds,
Skyscrapers are staring us from top
Like a bird under bars.
I'm not going well in my mind, mum.
I've lost my desire of partying, mum.
Look how your daughter is made, mum.
I don't find any sense to my quest
At the time when bars are getting full
At this same time hearts are getting empty
Those nights when promises are made,
As fast as they fade away.
Blues, phone calls,
Everything will start again in spring
Except indelible loves.
Dreams pack themselves into undergrounds,
Skyscrapers are staring us from top
Like a bird under bars.
I'm not going well in my mind, mum.
I've lost my desire of partying, mum.
Look how your daughter is made, mum.
I don't find any sense to my quest
Look how your daughter is made, mum.
I don't find any sense to my quest