At a predawn foggy hour
We will leave this sleeping city,
And will walk away down a secret path
To the lakes set in a valley.
Over there the cherry-colored sunsets are intoxicatingly magnificent.
And no one is unwelcome.
You will find out that here it’s possible
not to think about parting,
And not to be anxious and startled,
And not to be dying of boredom.
And not to worry about paying back your debts,
Not to be playing a role and to shed pretences.
We will find love and tenderness.
Pink flamingo,
A child of a sunset,
Pink flamingo
Used to dance here once.
It could have been in some previous life -
hard to recall.
Just think of something nice,
I may grant your wish.
Enchanted wanderer,
Only you were able to recall
This long-forgotten dance
That you are destined to perform.
I know you can surely see that neither of us
Cast any shadows.
This kingdom is a domain of the ghosts.
This is true that here it’s possible not to think about parting,
And not to be anxious and startled,
And not to be dying of boredom.
And not to worry about paying back your debts,
Not to be playing a role and to shed pretences.
We will find love and tenderness.
Pink flamingo,
A child of a sunset,
Pink flamingo
Used to dance here once.
It could have been in some previous life -
hard to recall.
Just think of something nice,
I may grant your wish.
Just think of something nice,
Only of something nice,
Only of something nice
You should think...
Pink flamingo,
A child of a sunset,
Pink flamingo
Used to dance here once.
It could have been in some previous life -
hard to recall.
Just think of something nice,
I may grant your wish.
Pink flamingo,
A child of a sunset,
Pink flamingo
Used to dance here once.
It could have been in some previous life -
hard to recall.
Just think of something nice,
I may grant your wish.
Just think of something nice,
I may grant your wish...
Just think of something nice...
I may grant your wish...
Only I ...
Think only of something nice...