On cold nights
Over large cities
You fly to me.
Scattered clothes
Crumbled hopes
Overhead.
You see down below - on the roofs
The bursting wind searching
For where to sleep.
Frozen wet posters
And earth with asphalt breathing
Waiting for spring.
Yesterday you were so tired ...
Yesterday you came back at the end of the day
For a long time on the window the rain looked on, knocking,
But did not find me...
For a long time on the window the rain looked on, knocking,
But did not find me...
With the air close behind his shoulders
different silhouettes ,
I go through fear.
Millions of fine lines,
A city in white web
Until morning.
Every look is unwary
Penetrating the skin
It’s a sign.
I’m afraid, amongst the passerbys,
It seems I don’t recognize you anymore.
Yesterday you were so tired ...
Yesterday you came back at the end of the day
For a long time on the window the rain looked on, knocking,
But did not find me...
For a long time on the window the rain looked on, knocking,
But did not find me.