Tuesday, May 8, 2018

I Want to Play Cello Up that Hill

Germany is sometimes far away
on a road of broken dreams and no place to stay.
Even thousand kilometers from my homeland
the clock and the weather didn't change.
But who am I to tell?
I got no eyes.
I got no ears.

So don't you bail on me
'cause here I got everything
that I don't want to have.
Here I got everything
up my sleeve.

Germany is sometimes a place to go;
running over old wish, it's very close.
Should I wonder what it's like across the land?
The different conditions,
the developed contradiction,
the clock and the weather didn't change.
But who am I to tell?
I want to Greece.
I want to Athens.

So don't you bail on me,
'cause I have no 'everything';
it's a metaphor for something you've never seen.
You got no eyes,
you got no ears,
I got no 'everything' up my sleeve.

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