Sitting with your hands folded
On a cold subway bench
You're there waiting for the 7.30 one
Locked inside your coat
A guy carefully reads the instructions
On the coffee dispenser
And a child diving into a cream puff
And the clock against the wall
It has been ten past one for two years now
The name of this station
is half erased by humidity
A poster that someone has already scribbled
It says Come in Tunisia
There is a velvet sea and a palm tree
And you who dream of running away...
Of going far away
Going far away...
/>And from a radio turned on
The notes of a jazz orchestra arrive
An old man with glasses as thick as a finger
Look for the solution to a quiz
Two women are talking < br/>With arms full of Upim bags
And a newspaper is open
On the films page
And on the tracks how much life has passed
And how much it will pass
And two boys pressed together
Making promises to each other for eternity
A man complains out loud
About the government and the police
And you who meanwhile you still dream
You always dream dreams of running away...
Of going far away
Going far away...
You're there waiting for the one at 7.30
Locked inside your coat
Sitting on a cold subway bench

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