The rain (which)slowly falls in the city, making the houses gray
The neon lights reflect blue in the asphalt
And cars signal, (as)I see people on the go
Is it strange that one longs to get away?
Say is it strange that you ever long to get away?
If you want to listen to the lark's drill or the thrush's happy song
And if you love the sea and winds and are tired of neon and concrete
Is it strange that you long to get away?
In the city where you study. There you have your factory(-ies)
There you have your skyscrapers, your market, your shop
They talk about their market share, their job and their season
Is it strange that one longs to get away?
Say, is it strange that you long to get away?
If you want to listen to the lark's drill or the thrush's happy song
And if you love the sea and winds and are tired of neon and concrete
Is it strange that one longs to get away?
Here they talk about love in big round words
Here you blow up trains and cars, you rape mother earth
But then when the wind blows, you suddenly feel the smell of seaweed
Is it strange that one longs to get away?
Say is it strange that you ever long to get away?
If you want to listen to the lark's drill or the thrush's happy song
And if you love the sea and winds
And are tired of neon and concrete
Is it strange that one longs to get away?