Yamate Street in the morning – so cold it burns my face
I throw away an empty cigarette box
Again today, my little room without even a place to step
Indulges me my solitude
“Don’t love dangerous screams
Don’t look to the future
You can only be sure of now, so put it all up now
Say my name right
And touch my body
At least grant me this; it’s all that’s necessary”
I cry out alone, I love you
I messed around on the street at night, but found emptiness
The light on the ticket-scanner
isn’t even enough to cast your shadow
Even far-off days of distorted uncertainty
Call back the season
that tastes of Seven Star
The thing I hoped for itself
is easily more than a contradiction
Such that even your voice, most beloved to me
Has been made hoarse
The German car and the patrol-car that break the silence...
A siren, a loud roar
The real world, a suspension
“Don’t love dangerous screams
Don’t look to the future
You can only be sure of now, so put it all up now
Say my name right
And touch my body
At least grant me this; it’s all that’s necessary”
“Don’t love dangerous screams
Don’t look to the future
You can only be sure of now, so put it all up now
Say my name right
And touch my body
At least grant me this; it’s all that’s necessary”
Yamate Street in the morning – so cold it burns my face
I throw away an empty cigarette box
Again today, my little room without even a place to step
Indulges me my solitude
