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Elegy #2

I who have nothing but dreams
I opened them under your feet
Go slowly because on my dreams, you go
 
Thousand and thousand years
If all were counted
Long hours of the night
With rose pearls
 
Old, old and gay
Oh so old
Thousand and thousand years
If all were counted
 
I who have nothing but dreams
I opened them under your feet
Go slowly because on my dreams, you go
 

My friends

My friends make love
My friends sleep alone
My friends say things
My friends forget them
Alternately
 
My friends succeed
My friends are lost
My friends are committing suicide
My friends are getting married
Alternately
 
My friends do anything
But without me
 
My friends meet up
My friends are separating
My friends are having kids
My friends play sports
Alternately
 
Make love
Alternately
 

The City

The city is full of people
The city is full of bad people
The city is full of noise
The city is full of screams
 
The city is full of cops
The city is full of traffic
The city is full of killers
The city is full of thieves
 
But what can be done
There is only the city to please me
Oh ! What can be done
Just the city
 
The city is full of whores
The city is full of arguments
The city is full of garbage
The city is full of wounds
 
The city is full of crazy people
The city is full of disgust
The city is full of boredom
The city is full of guns
 
But what can be done
There is only the city to please me
Oh ! What can be done
Just the city
 
The fog on the city keeps me from seeing the girls' eyes
So I think they are blue
I remember yours, yeah
They were blue, hum, blue
 
But what can be done
There is only the city to please me
Oh ! I have nothing to do
Just the city
 
What can be done
What can be done