Lyrics

Night is changing into day City lights are switching off Long, empty streets I walk and my infinitude is cutting me in half I lay down at the foot of the sky-scraper I wish someone were here The tenants are coming out still dreamy, smelling like coffee When they se me lying, my legs spread and my eyes full of lon- Ing, they halt with wide open eyes The coldness of concrete freezes my bones Maybe all is in vain An elderly man approaches, a bag in his hand, and diffidently asks: would you come to my place I say no, let's do it here, so i can watch the rows of bells and the lists tenants while you penetrate me He leaves; The coldness and humidity of the early morning give me shudders I pick up my rags Nobody else comes out My desire for utter pain is crazy Is it?