They shone on the sidewalks
in the clatter of festive slippers
my forgotten dreams
like echoes of ancient stories
and laughing with friends
and a crazy nights
Amore mio!
and lots of singing
and laughter with friends
until the morning
and then at a door so high
that it ends directly in the sky
in the atrium of the silent garden
under the noble statue of the goddess
of love and happiness
so noble, that she can't fly
we are lauthing
but memories lie, memories fly too fast
and the pavement underfoot runs
across the century
I don't want to remember ...
across the century Last
when my poor friends
ask me for a piece of bread and for happiness
which I share even if I don't have it
shit, you know, shit, and more shit!
on the way from all cabarets and operas
accompanied by the voice of Jose Carreras
trapped in the golden cage of marriage
in a fur collar of misfortune
in a golden circle of fierce safety
memories fly through the centuries
like hungry and pesky flies
and time turns in the grave
am I a slave, his slave?
like my hands
like my eyes
like the laughter and whispers
of all strange loves
which they send me by silent mail
words as warm and welcoming as sincere hugs
under the statue of naked Aphrodite
which you modeled after me
only you, for me, my Jazzie sax
in that time when God made my world
in the atrium of the silent garden
at the highest of the doors
which lead there
through faithful memories and dance floors
to the eyes that loved
across the century
memories true to their promise
true to this misfortune
no one hurts anymore
and I dance like on the dance foor
walking on a path made of marble
free ... and anyways
I hold the key in my hands
only from my
without you, darling Jazzie,
only from my very happy days
(YOU CAN HAVE HIM --NINA SIMONE)