I rent hotel rooms on high floors
I stare at unknown people through my window
Before capturing them
I dress them with lots of "maybe"
It's the enterntainment of the lonely
I take pictures of happy people
To try to look like them
I admire that shine in their eyes
And study it to develop it
I rent hotel rooms on high floors
I like mischievous little faces
Their scarred smiles
Clumsy, lazy, fragile or repressed
I take pictures of happy people
On the paper, their rays are visible
Nothing's more precious to me
Than this spark decorated with silk
But if I see
Through my foggy head
The shadow of a thunderstorm
Far in a household
I draw the curtains and jump on the roof
To look at the pictures of you and me, Lomo
I take pictures of happy people
To try to look like them
I admire that shine in their eyes
And study it to develop it
I take pictures of happy people
To try to look like them
I admire that shine in their eyes
And study it to develop it
I take pictures of happy people
On the paper, their rays are visible
Nothing's more precious to me
Than this spark decorated with silk