Don Bad
Miscellaneous
Blue NIGHT
train trembles underfoot
train trembles underfoot
flames burn on the shiny surface of the street
dark in the blue night
in the soloist of the rain on the asphalt of the street
I feel such a burning longing
that I would like to be dead
and everything in me screams how could it have been
and the empty princes of life slide past me
the train trembles underfoot (always there)
the train trembles underfoot (where I am not)
the flames burn on the shiny surface of the street
the camel's shadow is reflected against the desert sky
the salty taste of the sand eats on my lips
and I know that my only home
is rumbling station hall
just before the express train departs and
that the sun and the sea await me
the train trembles....