Here it's not clear whether it's face or snout
And it's not clear whether it's carrot or whip
Here forks don't stick in the hay
And fish passes through the net
And it's not clear whether it's sea or land
Whether it's gold or copper
What to build and what to destroy
And whom and what to sing for?
For you and me blue skies are the shed
For you and me the forest would be a dead wall
You and me would not drink from spat wells
And this is the plan - for you and me...
Here stones are like soap
and steel is like tin
and weakness is like strength
and truth like flattery
And it's not clear whether it's a bag or an awl
And it's not clear whether it's offence or revenge
And I don't like what has been here
And I don't like what's up here now
For you and me blue skies are the shed
For you and me the forest would be a dead wall
You and me would not drink from spat wells
And this is the plan - for you and me...
Black night and water in the river - for you and me
and any trouble would be no trouble. Get out...
So let be what should be, forgive me and good-bye.
This is the plan - for you and me...