On the third bank of the river
I look at our wonderful world
While other have forgetful days
I steal between cold walls
Their reams collapsed into bricks around me
Pseudo-skeletons crawl after me
Waving from the shore
Now I don't mind the empty words and others
I don't eat or drink if they see me
I breath together with the water
The explosive words of the tapes
Are as loud as the bombs
Like you talking to me
I need these voices
I lay down on the tunes
Now it turns me into the sky
I'm sensible of the things
At last I may set myself free
Laughing at them who're laughing at me
TV's behind a window
No-one needs its colour
As if were in a forest
Who needs old-fashioned idols?
If you drew a line in the sand with your feet
I you took the street into your room by stones
If I felt your scent from faraway
Then I realize your words
And I turn away from my depression
I'll stand up from the floor
I'll start a new life with you
Please, don't shoot me
I'm only your reflection