Two weeks in the strange city
(You) live in half of a rented apartment
(You) live on every that comes to hand (you live off of scraps)
Food from boxes
Mom said: "take more, take more"
but you can't take any more
Such beautiful people on buildings (billboards) look larger than life to you,
forever young,
always happy...
Hands in the air, fly above the city
Come be a king, a king of the night (live larger than life)
Wind in your face, how great you feel inside
You'll soon see
that there's nothing sacred in this world anymore,
in this world
Two weeks in a strange city
(You're) sad and it doesn't matter
Here, everyone is dependent on loneliness
Happiness is available in two minutes
and emptiness in every language
Waiting for an opportunity
Such beautiful people on buildings (billboards) look larger than life to you,
forever young,
always happy...
Hands in the air...