On the third bank of the river I look at our wonderful world While other have forgetful days I steal between cold walls Their reams collapsed into bricks around me Pseudo-skeletons crawl after me Waving from the shore Now I don't mind the empty words and others I don't eat or drink if they see me I breath together with the water The explosive words of the tapes Are as loud as the bombs Like you talking to me I need these voices I lay down on the tunes Now it turns me into the sky I'm sensible of the things At last I may set myself free Laughing at them who're laughing at me TV's behind a window No-one needs its colour As if were in a forest Who needs old-fashioned idols? If you drew a line in the sand with your feet I you took the street into your room by stones If I felt your scent from faraway Then I realize your words And I turn away from my depression I'll stand up from the floor I'll start a new life with you Please, don't shoot me I'm only your reflection