Still going around
Early in the morning, half past four, it got late
Two fingers of rum in my glass
To come down on the way
Think of you today at the rave
I would like to see you again
Wait a bit, I stop
Brass blocks on my way
I bow down
There lived a woman with a name here
I read numbers
Born in the twenties
Deported to Poland
Deported in April
Murdered in the last days
Stumbling blocks, stumbling blocks
Stumbling blocks everywhere
Stumbling blocks, stumbling blocks
Stumbling blocks in my street
Stumbling blocks, stumbling blocks
Stumbling blocks at the next door
I stumble over
Okay, stumbling blocks in my street
Birds sing and I cry
There could be any name written here, any name
Any name, but there's yours written here
What might have happened? She was in her twenties
Same age, did she like to go dancing?
Queen of the ballroom, just like you
Yes, just like you, queen in the club
I sit down in front of her door
She used to come and go here
Did she also sit here, here in the neighbourhood, where everyone knows each other
I imagine her giving me a smile
Was it a morning just like this?
The street empty, without people, when the car came
Wheels squeak, first tram
Everyone watches, but no light goes on
Sun rises, I'm still sitting here
I breathe and I smoke, what happened?
Nooses are being tied again
Knives are being whetted again
No, not at another place, here and now
The womb he crawled from is still going strong
Still going strong, the womb he crawled from
Anger wants to eat me, but I don't let myself get eaten
I think of the two of us at the rave
I think of your smile