Boeijen Frank
A Summer at the End of the Twentieth Century
A Summer at the End of the Twentieth Century
I swim through the water
On a Sunday morning
In a summer at the end
Of the twentieth century
Is there anyone who can know
What time will bring us
Is there anyone who knows
Everything was so clear last night
Last night we discovered America
The skyline of Manhattan
The Mecca of capital
With businessmen on a pilgrimage
And whores on credit cards
And for the woman a postcard
In a summer at the end
Of the twentieth century
I swim through the water
As if through time that seems liquid
A young man on the beach
/>Builds a city of yellow sand
Is there anyone who can know
How long that city will last
Is there anyone who knows
Tonight everything was so bright
Tonight we discovered America
The skyline of Manhattan
The city that never sleeps
Jungle of concrete and steel
Where without money there is no happiness
But oh so beautiful, so terribly unentertained
In a summer at the end
of the twentieth century
In a summer at the end
of the twentieth century

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