Zpěvník

2. How in the realm or myth and like a fool now and then

I see your triumphs of feeling in the arms of another man

I have to think about winning when I shout my own drunken pleas

magic appearance in the shade of a woman’s kiss.

3. The kiss of an old scared mother when the lamp is already out

and something doesn’t come back and from an awful distance it laughs

under the cork red wine when I see you again how you cry

how you rear up above me like an autumn red spanish sky.