Hey, no no, I will not keep it a secret
these roads will burn you out.
My tin shoes are molten lava.
She is looking restlessly to the east
a frail girl in her shoes of tin.
Is there anyone coming from that direction,
who could give her a piggyback ride?
She has drawn a message on a map, it says
take me to safety.
Maybe she was created to fly,
so the road would not melt her shoes.
Hey, no no, I will not keep it a secret
these roads will burn you out.
My tin shoes are molten lava.
Come, come before the dawn
otherwise you will not find me here anymore
when the sun rises, I´m forced to move again.
She remembers how they laughed at school,
because she was different than all the others.
In her dreams, she returns to a school desk,
and army of tin soldiers will block everyone’s mouth.
You cannot stay put in this place,
otherwise your tin shoes will melt.
Run to there, where the air is cool,
there a cupid will aim an arrow at you.
Hey, no no, I will not keep it a secret
these roads will burn you out.
My tin shoes are molten lava.
Come, come before the dawn
otherwise you will not find me here anymore
when the sun rises, I´m forced to move again.
This road will wear you out
it´s surface is rippling
everything looks like a mirage
and the air catches fire.
A boy with shoes of tin,
where could you find him, girl with shoes of tin.
Hey, no no, I will not keep it a secret
these roads will burn you out.
My tin shoes are molten lava.
Come, come before the dawn
otherwise you will not find me here anymore
when the sun rises, I´m forced to move again.