The city
The money
People go by
Obediently,
I wait, I wait
Some trains
Some stations
Too far away
Too late
Idlers
Partiers
Unlucky ones
No-goods
Average guys
End
good-for-nothing
I know
I very well know
One day, I don't know when,
still one day
one day it will be my day1,
my moment of luck, one day
This is no idle talk
I'll get everything, even a love
Another life
Not gifted
Not strong
Pigeon
dreamy
Smoking
burning
somewhere else
somewhere else
Mooring lines
cast off
brawls
I'm hit
good night
judged
judges
The good-for-nothing must have something
a gift, or so I think.
One day,
you don't believe me anymore, still one day
you'll see, it will be my day
My hour and my chance
One day, this is no idle talk
I'll even get a great love,
even more than endless
One day,
I'll make up stories
to draw the stares
and a lot of dollars.
Oh, me,
I want my share of light,
and just a bit less of winter
I've got nothing left to loose
Oh, to be boen, oh yes, to be born again one glorious day
That will stiffle your smirk all around
One day it will be my day.
One day,
you don't believe me anymore, still one day
you'll see, it will be my day
I want my share of light,
one day
my day
1. lit. "my turn", but I thought "day" would sound better in English