In Dusseldorf i met a clown His nose, it was red In Gelterkinden i forgot to frown Then remembered again In Paris i saw a big fish Swimming slow in the seine It made me hopeful that someday our Water will be breathable again
In Frankfurt i heard ein zwei drei Counting cookies and no one was shot In Berlin stopped by the polizei For drunk driving and everyone smiled In Prague i knew i’d been a witch Burnt alive, a pyre of Soviet Kitsch It made me miss my Moscow mother It made me miss my New York nothing
In Montpelier i stayed in a chateau A girl climbed into my bed and she knew no boundaries And in Amsterdam i got quite crazy Might have been all the tulips and canals Or it might have been all that hash, and in Barcelona - buenos dias, chocolate, le picasso And in Brussels, clean-cut hostel And in London, me and the french existentialists
In Corsica i floated away All the way to Marseilles I should have held an afterparty For all the thoughts i didn’t say In Dusseldorf i met a dwarf With bad breath and a really good tan In Gelterkinden i remembered how to laugh And i never ever forgot it againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
