Scratch the street lamps
Do you believe in pins?
The voodoo doll is burning, the voodoo doll is burning
The house of three floors
The house of cold coffee
Do you believe in dreams?
Do you believe in bricks?
You know she lives there
You know she listens to the eighties
The voodoo doll is burning, the voodoo doll is burning
Louvre hoards cast a shadow
Crumpled bed looks striped
Do you believe in life?
Do you believe in rays?
Child of the wet asphalt city,
Scratch the elegant street lamps,
Child of the city of hers,
Child of the city... of hers.
(31.07.2009.)
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