Оригинален текст
What is with this city,
that holds you like a screw,
asking you to come back
´cause something is here for you.
Everyone is hungry
but a six percent
angels keep us dreaming
´cause angels pay no rent.
Farewell kaleidoscope girl
I´m off with tomorrow´s flight.
Your grace was mine for a while
but who can stand to your height?
I´m packing up my houseware,
furniture´s for sale,
I forgot the last time
I saw the big white whale.
Even now you are pretty
with no frontal teeth,
gathering your pieces,
gasping out to breath.
Farewell kaleidoscope girl
I´m off with tomorrow´s flight.
Your grace was mine for a while
but who can stand to your height?
Farewell kaleidoscope girl
I´m off with tomorrow´s flight.
Your grace was mine for a while
but who can stand to your height?