there's a bird in the wind
The graffiti on the walls
and i'm painting like she falls
On a wet road from asphalt
my bare feet, it's so cold
the words i read they are so old
i dream i'm sitting on a swing
the breeze cuts under my skin.
i can't stop thinking about him ...
the wind brings the smell of zimt
inside i feel so limited
like a prisoner i feel so sad
The leaves are whirled by the storm
a melodie. it's no longer calm
this place shows me where i belong.
now i'm singing loud my song.
and really nothing feels wrong
although it is like this.
and i'm strolling the streets along.
now i feel a little bit strong.
a window is open. quiet plays a record player
i'll shine like a rising star
i will forget the things i saw