Текст песни
This is the voice of the streets
What
Hid I
In the citizen of the world I
Like here he is I
And here
And there is no me!
But how then to contain me
Homeland in himself
Yes
What
Take with you everything it is impossible
And bares his teeth bares
His teeth lady deafness
What about honesty
What about conscience
Find a common language with your own
Not every citizen of the world
Will be able to create a Diogenes of thought
Master and make sense in gray matter
Add them
Thoughts are pressing
Right into the top of my head
They want space, so they can
Take a chance
But you can also get a break very soon
And rest
What
Here they are on the stuffed
Earth motley patches
Varied and uneven
And I meanwhile surrounded
Personal space
And barbed wire
Which I do not
Face pleasant
Here it is a strip of neutral
Surrounded by emptiness
Proudly clinging to it
Who
Mr watchman
Someone squeaks, squeals
My brother
What
I am a citizen of the world
Open the doors
But the toilet
Knocks you down
The smell of a very funny truth
Be silent and wait
There is no other way now
State in the state
It is not so already and incomprehensible!!!!!
Whose are you?
What
Citizen
And whose are you
What
Citizen of the world
In Africa you re waiting
For the end of summer
Ladies and gentlemen
Keep your thoughts hidden
Hide your desires and lust
The poet writes on a black sheet of paper
In white
But he would prefer to use shiny steel
Like a bird s feather
On an official entry permit
To incredibly beautiful countries
Like Eden
Very bold
And take a guess
Now with your head
Empty
Maybe a citizen of the world
Sacred milking Cow
Ha Ha Ha
What
