the weekend's final yawning Now it's about time He has crossed the line He is miles away In the city (City!) (City!) (City!) (City!) Now it's about time
Madness! Madness! This is pure madness that we're talking about Pure madness all the time now This is pure madness that we're talking about And I can'
night is Sunday in the morning Monday brings the weekend's final yawning Now it's about time He has crossed the line He is miles away In the city (City!) (City!) (City!) (City
Käännös: Hulluus. In The City.
: Si piensas que soy pesimista es que no has comprendido nada yo lanzo la critica a esta vida disecada pero eso no me complace no me quedo yo en la grada
: Doctor, doctor, como puedes saber si te has vuelto loco doctor, la gente cambia, la gente cambia, me crie asi, me crie asi, digame de una vez lo que
: Domingo, noche a solas, con el diario en mi habita. En el vinilo un piano gira y yo recopilo versos para dar salida a un nuevo texto. Todo esta dicho
: Mientras rimo esto, un dia cualquiera, el hambre y la miseria dejan un nuevo cadaver en la acera. En el cuartel saludan la bandera, y aqui fuera la
: Personas pudriendose en cloacas fabricadas por el miedo ?Legislador quien te dio la potestad para decir lo que esta bien, lo que esta mal, lo que se
: Sightless the one who relys on promise Blind he who follows the path of vows Deaf he who tolerates words of deception But they who fathom the truth
: We are sensual low self esteem from the way you operate like a machine temperamental you sometimes break down you should try to all survive close
- Why, Lucy, your eyes are filled with tears? - My heart is strained with bloodness Oh look, the orchestra is getting ready, dance with me, George!
Sightless the one who relys on promise Blind he who follows the path of vows Deaf he who tolerates words of deception But they who fathom the truth bellow
Wie der Tanz der Blatter im Herbst, spure ich den Zahn der Zeit wie er an mir rei?t. Empfinde nichts dem Schmerz gleich, seh nur wie es mein Herz zerrei
Plus un seul nuage dans le bleu de la Mediterranee J'ai attendu longtemps pour trouver les mots Les mots que l'on oublie de dire mais qui reste prisonnier
A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man, A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand, Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Summer in London, watery sunshine, A place in the city where I can go sometimes. To get on a red bus and go anywhere, See all the sights and not pay
Well there's a man I know At least I used to years ago I didn't really mind He used to come 'round all the time Of course he had to be fed I had to