I walk the streets with my hair straight up,
my tight legged trousers are ripped from the crust
And Lissu's barbery shop has cut my hair again
they stand like mind towards people passing me.
I stop by the jeweller's shop
I see a silver spoon in pigs mouth.
I see the rich people who buy; it makes us forget,
that you and i would have something better.
You and me in the traffic lights
you and me in the slums
you and me in the morning dew.
Now i walk the streets with my hair straight up,
the memories have troubled me for too long.
I see you in coffee shops, as a ticket seller in funfair,
the longing has messed up everything again.
Hope is like a good spirit, it just flows,
it makes the boat without oars to move.
The boat encounters a deserted island, which is lulled by the winds:
this is how you and me meet again...