The land what you see, grows no flowers The land what you see turned like this by soot Above the roofs the sky is never clear blue What else shall I say? About me, one sentence "I am a 20th Century city dweller"
Here is the house, in it the people I live here like many others Sit front of the TV, I take beer from the cooler Listen to stereo, I walk little by foot I am a 20th Century city dweller
The park is this place where real grass grow Can be watched but not permitted to step on If I cried or cursed, although you sit on the next bench You could not hear, here the trolleys go by I am a 20th Century city dwellerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
