Do you see the blinding lights From your point of view This city always looks so dull It's called the eastern Paris Where the sun rises at night So why let them tear us apart Nothing can stop our night ride Let's catch the tram and goin' anywhere Old Town, New Town, Wenceslas Square Duplex, Lucerna, Roxy James Dean, Hemingway Wo find ich dich, nur wo? They’re doing business as usual In ihrem staatlichen Privatclub No entry without valid ID usually No virtual money - no delivery Sirens penetrate through the walls Force us to face the walls of silence See, they deliver us the wakeup call How moving it is to face this silence Let’s feel the heat comin' in a cold night Reexploring contact improvisation I’ve seen my own face long enough So, may I touch yours right now? Soldiers fill up the streets up and then I don’t care as long they leave us alone Watching their downfall in decadence We ‘ll be free just like birds and dance Looking out for our space That we can share together Made out of lonely dreams How far would we have to go To get out of control?
This poem is a continuation of this edition on my German blog.