In the corner of his lips cigarette trembled
He drank until the spring, but as to spite the happy ones
All honest pub could not understand
From what he got so drunk
Its not that life crippled this soul
I drank not of offense, little brother,-
I was looking for the woman in this city,
That one, my only one
I was looking for the woman in this city,
That one, my only one
At first i probably was young,
there was a lot of, you know what,
There we meetings and send-offs,
One thing was always in short supply
From fate receiving slaps,
i stand not myself on my own
I am looking for the woman in this city
That one, my only one
I am looking for the woman in this city
That one, my only one
did not find even a shadows of sorrow
When turned my soul inside out.
Emptiness, and the kind that its like
forty years have passed wasted
As an egg in hand - i crush a glass
I move the whole hand through the glass until bloody
You can read on my face the fraud
of those who are not ours
I laughed from the bottom of my soul,
so that jaws of strangers tensed in offense
Everyone wanted to fight, because they didn't know
From what he got so drunk
I already welcome any, any real one.
With flash i rip frets, let stings be bloody
You know brother, you understand all brother
Without our own here we are doomed
You know brother, you understand all brother
Without our own here we are doomed
Wait, he moved the bench and stood up
paid while turned away, patted me on the shoulder
and wandered, as if home, to the nearest train station
As if he did not know the correct route
Something came twisting my soul in nuts
Suddenly as if there is nowhere to hurry
Step away from the brink of such abyss
that once again there is a desire to live
I wanted to call him and to catch up
To ask the right route
It is a pity that those that are willing and able to wait
Those who seek and drink
From fate receiving slaps,
i stand not myself on my own
I am looking for the woman in this city
That one, my only one
I am looking for the woman in this city
That one, my only one