You step on the right foot, you get up
and goVERnments are falling,
You look in the mirror and the prime ministers are shaking their heads
gunpowder from ancient mistress powder puffs,
A touch of BEAUTY brightens the planet,
months collide and dust
from their rains it will coVER you from head to heel,
to the heel,
You took the upper hand, i feel.
Queue in the supermarket.
the beauty stood there thinking about the people in line in front of her
there stood a guy thinking about the people in line in front of him
I was standing there
I remembered a beauty and a guy telling me what they were doing
in line at the supermarket
I remembered it and thought about the people in line in front of me
On the twentieth day of March, thirteen hundred and forty-five,
it looked like a sale of plague bacteria.
Good buy, man.
And when he wrote to Her at midnight,
he was a Turkish messenger to a castle, a castle, a castle,
arrow and steel tip,
the message roll unfolded like a black rose bud,
the princess threw herself into the river
and changed everything with her gaze,
during which steam boilers exploded the hearts of skyscrapers lounging on a summer lavender meadow,
i wasn't good enough for You
... was not.
A když jí o půlnoci psal,
byl to turecký posel do hradu, hradu , hradu,
šíp a ocelový hrot.
Rolička zprávy se rozvinula jako poupě černé růže.
Princezna se vrhla do řeky
a změnila všechno svým pohledem,
při kterém explodovaly parní kotle srdce mrakodrapů lenošících na letní levandulové louce.
Nebyl jsem pro Tebe dost dobrý…