Along the streets’ dark wet background
Under the snow drizzling lamp posts,
I’m dragging the shadow, the shadow’s dragging me,
The puddles shine under our feet...
For a long time it wasn’t this bad for us -
We’re left entirely alone.
I’m dragging a shadow, the shadow’s dragging me,
The puddles shine under our feet...
I’m disappointed, so is my shadow -
This is the way with the girls!
I’m dragging it, it’s dragging me,
The puddles shine under our feet...
I say: I scoff at her whims,
She won’t manage us!
I’m dragging it, it’s dragging me,
The puddles shine under our feet...
There was a time my shadow was happy -
Like she me – her shadow tempted it...
I’m dragging it, it’s dragging me,
The puddles shine under our feet...
And now he says: I laugh at the sorrow!
But I know clearly that saying this – it lies,
So I’m dragging it, it’s dragging me,
The puddles shine under our feet...
So we console one another
Walking the long streets...
I’m dragging the shadow, the shadow’s dragging me,
The puddles shine under our feet...