When i want to go out of myself
i go to you
slowly
i walk
two streets
turn left
enter the building
i turn on the light
go up the stairs
search again for the light that always goes off to soon
clean my shoes
ring the bell
and wait,
so long...
I would want to be your king
that doesn't ask to serve your freedom
and doesn't feel like a peasant knocking at your door
I am learning so much from you
your are free of all the pollution
you are alienated from your strength, your beauty
not aware of all the uproar
you talk about a world of women
sometimes i can't find a place for myself there
attentive and shrunken, hours i sit with you
and think about love
I would want to be your king
that doesn't ask to serve your freedom
and doesn't feel like a peasant knocking at your door
I would want to be your king
that doesn't ask to serve your freedom
standing only like a peasant knocking at your door