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Something Different 2 (Whatever will come)

You woke up one day from a long winter’s sleep
Next to you someone is still asleep
Afraid to move, but must get out of the bed
To let the blood flow before you become unable to function
 
You are opened up, sobered up, forced to be stretched
Past the marked boundaries
You erase, are erased, almost drunk
Swept into the glowing streets
 
And accept whatever will come...
 
One day you will get up and for the first moment
You won’t remember where you are
You'll open up the window, breathe in sea-soaked air
The tower of the heart is burning, so jump
 
You are opened up, sobered up, forced to be stretched
Past the marked boundaries
You kick, are kicked, almost drunk
Swept into the glowing streets
 
And accept whatever will come...
 
You woke up one day from a long winter’s sleep
Next to you someone is still asleep.
 

Without Knowing Where

I remember the young one on the Vespa
And the one who wandered around naked
The rich one with the Porsche, on the roads of the north
Slipping down the slopes of the dream
 
Always the homes of others, or a temporary shelter of our own
The men alternate on the couch
As it starts, that’s how it ends
In the end you are once again crying
 
I grew used to packing your misery
Into a suitcase
To be thrown into the trunk, to continue on in silence
Without knowing where
Without knowing where
 
You knocked on love like a house
You waited for someone to open it
And all these years I am after you
Wearing the wounds of necessity
 
Always the homes of others, or a temporary shelter of our own
The men alternate on the couch
As it starts, that’s how it ends
In the end you are once again crying
 
I grew used to packing your misery
Into a suitcase
To be thrown into the trunk, to continue on in silence
Without knowing where
Without knowing where
 
You never stopped to look back
Without closure or separation
The heart has just been covered in black salt
And went and hardened like steel
 
I grew used to packing your misery
Into a suitcase...
 

Three Blocks

Three blocks separate between us
Three blocks
It’s so close and it’s so far
And between the two banks
A wide road flows like a rushing river and deeply
Three blocks are separating between us
Three blocks
 
One time you come to me, another to you I go
One time you come to me, another I go to you
 
To you
I am climbing up stairs
Knocking on a closed door
To you
I am climbing up stairs
Knocking on a closed door
 
Three blocks separate between us
Three blocks...
 
At nights
Wandering
Through the desert of the bed
When the quiet longing turns to thirst
One of us gets into a boat
And sails into the moonlight...
 
To you
I am climbing up stairs
Knocking on a closed door