if you go down to the city theres still a market in the center-cover where people sell their potatoes and tomatoes and they have time to gossip around i like to fill my steps with the smell of this field from veggie-ground
the fruits, as they expel the times of the summer gardens even when its winter now
if you go down in the center-streets youd still find children and teenagers who just kick the stone who just speak the words they dont mean anything serious
as light as a feather of the pigeons who were eating the breads that are spread around for the ducks on the lake the icecreams that are all melt down and the arch of the spades
you know this is our piece uu-uuu... be wise or youre waiting for some kind of other paradise?!
cause we dont have anything else around what is swirled and which were grounded you know that you need theres still this air theres still this sky theres still thiese people all around dont keep me, im asking why where cannot you find what youre looking for cause its al-already here ... u-ou-u you know its here u-ou-u you know its here