We are in the trenches, digging pits
We miss seeing explosions.
Yankees are roaming at the border,
and they do not know that we are nearby.
And stars smiled at us from the skies.
You always play at night –
So we’ll sew wings on each other
and I will fly and you will fly…
The dream is the length of paranoia –
I see a dream thr length of paranoia.
We shifted letters in a word,
We studied the Kama Sutra,
Consumed love in excess –
Near the border, in the morning.
Then clouds smiled at us in the sky.
We were spotted, we were shot down.
Maybe, if we’d used a silk thread…
Maybe, they would not reach us here.
The dream is the length of paranoia –
I see a dream the length of paranoia.
Sidewalks smell of soap.
Wow, we got into Heaven.
Your face is frozen
with sadness…
But don’t give it a second thought – we are OK,
We are up here, high up as we wanted to be.
We will mend the wounded wings.
Congratulations, we have made it.
The dream is the length of paranoia –
I see a dream the length of paranoia.