Vacabou
Barunka Left
Red trams Squeaking so much at the stops Sparkling their electric horns They have got those chill inner lights As well as those immobile figures Crestfallen bodies walking fast In silence, giving out vapor Avoiding stepping on the snow I don't, I like its "crack" Hating the whole life we've got to pass through I tried so hard spending time with someone who could Hear my voice beyond my voice but that's not real Because they always smile too much They smile too much to be sincere That's what it seems to me Unless I lock my door Facing the other world Sharing flight with those kind birds
Aus Songtexte Mania