I still have two pairs of shoes in Madrid, one pair of which fits me just fine. And sometimes I think: I'll take the train to be in Madrid again. br/>There is a bag of laundry in Paris,
in which there is a shirt, which I wouldn't miss for anything.
And sometimes I think: I'll get up
and get that bag of laundry op.
I also have a suitcase in Berlin,
but I no longer know what the contents could be.
And sometimes I think: you know what I'm doing,
I'll go to that suitcase.
But yes, Madrid, Paris, Berlin,
where my shoes and my shirt and my suitcase are,
what should I do with those big cities?
/>What should I do with those remains of a distant past?
Those shoes are moldy and that shirt is too small,
and that suitcase is probably impossible to lift.
Oh well , Paris, Berlin, Madrid,
where someone else has their feet in my shoes.
They will make a duster out of that shirt
and that suitcase, after all, it doesn't matter.
What should I do with those things?
I'll stay where I am.
I'm with you, tabé Paris, Berlin, Madrid.
I still have two pairs of shoes left Madrid
of which there is one pair that suits me just fine.
And sometimes I think: I'll take the train
to be in Madrid again.
There is a bag with laundry in Paris,
including a shirt, I wouldn't miss that for anything.
And sometimes I think: I'll get out
and pick up that bag of laundry.
I I also have a suitcase in Berlin,
but I no longer know what the contents could be.
And sometimes I think: you know what I'm doing,
I'll go to that suitcase .