At the end
At the end...
You knew well who I am
so why are you crying now ?
You said that you don't hold on long lost things.
For nothing wrinkled silk...
That's just so...
Don't make sorrow to a science...
Don't pay attention to the light on the next edge...
The mark of my impression on your pillow...
Like the wind in the snow.
I'll break my guitar,
the darkest night is filling it...
A long time now I'm afraid of my own song,
it moves in me the gene of the Danube...
I flew, even if I'm not going...
But again...
Would you ever be mine,
if I were a soldier in an army of people ?
You said I don't know how to count money,
that nothing is what I have to offer...
At the end, you eternally knew that I'm a musician...
Someone who belongs nowhere...
That the slightest sign of trouble can overcome me...
That I would walk on rivers
That I never look back
Never...
You plain on the shelf
the beautiful china world...
And I'm a unstamped china figurine...
Watch out... that's a fairy tale that you are thinking of...
You miss just this gipsy ?
No, dear...
Only in fall the colors of crowns are discovered...
They are all the same green in summer...
At the end you knew well who I am...
So what are the tears now for, pretty woman ?
My dear, you always knew that I'm a jester...
My hat is a moveable tent...
Lips, mocking birds... and a hush in the eye...
That I'm a coat with two faces...
That I'm Mr. Castaway...
A ordinary one...
At the end you always knew that I'm a musician...
And that the sky is my meadow...
That the lightest sign of trouble could overcome me
That I would walk on rivers
That I'll never look back
Never...