| [03:05.10][02:20.76][00:18.21] |
Sitting in the cold, like a bottle in the sea, I grow stiff |
| [03:11.38][02:27.23][00:24.75] |
Kicking a faded rose |
| [03:13.62][02:29.60][00:26.94] |
Words couple in my head, and give birth |
| [03:20.07][02:35.90][00:33.10] |
To sickening fragrances |
| [02:38.35][00:35.61] |
Children cross the street |
| [02:42.85][00:39.56] |
The stinckbomb rushes on me |
| [02:47.41][00:44.06] |
I'm old, I'm cold |
| [02:49.82][00:46.18] |
Scarcely feel alive |
| [02:53.96][00:50.70] |
Everyone talks so loud |
| [02:56.21][00:52.96] |
If I was so bold |
| [02:58.34][00:54.90] |
I would shout abuse |
| [03:02.38][00:59.54] |
At everybody's round, round, round, round... |
| [01:01.77] |
Broken away from everyday's hurry, I soften |
| [01:08.24] |
Roaming around the street |
| [01:10.55] |
Sleeplessnesses couple in my body, to create |
| [01:16.79] |
A deformed sensitiveness |
| [01:19.26] |
Children cross the street |
| [01:23.03] |
The stinkbomb rushes on me |
| [01:27.58] |
I'm old, I'm cold |
| [01:29.78] |
Scarcely feel alive |
| [01:34.27] |
If I was so bold |
| [01:38.70] |
I would shout abuse |
| [01:43.00] |
At everybody's round... |
