My masks, the face, photos from different years,
Your beads, your ring,
Everything loses its charm.
Do you remember when
The subway was fast and clean
And the tunnels seemed romantic to us...
We melt at the wall of the big city
Where we disheveled our youth
Year after year, code after code,
Getting tangled up in in comfort frame by frame.
Are you surprised?
These movie heroes do not touch you any more.
Queens and warriors are digging summer houses...
I'm sick of dressing up and
have no strength left to please.