I drag my feet on the opposite sidewalk
I turn you on the right and I brush past you
You have your black jacket on the shoulders
Like the unknown in the ice
I plunge into the metro, metal walls
The line nine on your fringe, it's funny
Perhaps I'm bizarre
Perhaps it's a little bit late
And if I were bizarre
I hang around but there is a wind in the branches
Of mysterious grif and mad taxis
I never dared to talk to you and I don't care
Like stray dog somewhat serious
I drag my feet, behind my blue drinks
I light a cig, it calms, I'm feverish
Perhaps I'm bizzare
Perhaps it's a little bit late
And if I were bizarre
Perhaps it's a little bit late
I hang around the streets of modernity
In my crowded suburban train
I aim my Canon in her black hair
To keep her in my memory
I hang around with my crumpled shirt
At the station where I met her
Perhaps I'm bizarre
Perhaps it's a little bit late
Perhaps I were bizarre