If i was born in Erfurt
My mother would give me a simple name
I wish I were tall and skinny boy
With huge eyes and crazy creative brain.
I wish i were talanted lazy person
People'd BE talking i'm waisting my time
They'd tell me to do one thing - but i'd do vise versa
Just making mistakes i'd feel i am fine
I wish i smoked cigarettes one by one
And wrote and sang songs in my drunken style
I wish they were serious - but people found them fun,
Yeah, people found them fun.
I wish i were counting thousand miles
By buses, by traines and casual cars
But whatever i looked for - I would never find
It, even if I traveled to Mars -
CAuse my heart stayed in Erfurt,
Yeah, my heart stayed in Erfurt.
I wish i had many-many amaizing friends
But i couldn't remember their names
And where're they from
So feeling popular i wish i would always be feeling alone.
I wish I had enough dirty pretty girls
For a couple of days or a couple of nights
But i wish i loved the only - The Only one
And of course she would never look at my side.
But i'd give her too many faces
And names in the poems i'd write
Yeah, i would give her too many faces.
I wish i were always 21 years old
I wish i were drunk with my useless life
But on the red roof of Erfurt
I would sit with the knife
Near my loud-bitING heart
Feeling my soal's apart,
Yeah, feeling my soal's apart.
I wish i were loosing my way step by step
CAuse the more i would learn - the more bullshit i'd get
I wish i could hide myself deep
In my dreams, stupid poems and music -
But i'd never be famous, cause nobody'd read
Them, and i'd be happy
Cause i'd be remembered
Through photos by smile
And i'd use it
To do nothing for a while.
I wouldn't be a superman,
a Scienist or a rockstar -
I'd be cleaning the streets
Or repairing the boats
Meanwhile i'd be 21 years old -
Remember i was born on a red roof of Erfurt
To die once on the Amsterdam road.
Yeah, to die once on the Amsterdam road.
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