作词 : Karrer, Rogner | |
You walk | |
Surrounded by the stars | |
For many days | |
And you knock | |
At the gates of night | |
No answer | |
But you walk in | |
With your decrees | |
And you go out | |
With shaking knees | |
A street-sweeper appears | |
Makes your dusty feet clean | |
Come and jump | |
On my Are-You-Tired machine | |
At sunrise | |
You play your violin | |
On Napoleon's nose | |
A cop comes and says | |
You're one of those | |
But you jump | |
Into the trumpet of a clown | |
And you say to yourself | |
Maybe I should leave this town? | |
You walk | |
Beside the twilight street | |
Jewel of the town | |
And you pass | |
The make-up zoo | |
Where hungry people meet | |
They ask you | |
And you give them | |
All you need | |
For a trip to the South | |
Maybe you think | |
What sort of idiot am I | |
Without a bone in my mouth | |
And you turn to the sunrise | |
You see a famous face | |
Behind a golden fence | |
A voice sounds round the corner: | |
"This is your very last chance!" | |
But you laugh | |
Like the son of a kangaroo | |
I don't believe the TV screen! | |
I don't believe you too! |
zuo ci : Karrer, Rogner | |
You walk | |
Surrounded by the stars | |
For many days | |
And you knock | |
At the gates of night | |
No answer | |
But you walk in | |
With your decrees | |
And you go out | |
With shaking knees | |
A streetsweeper appears | |
Makes your dusty feet clean | |
Come and jump | |
On my AreYouTired machine | |
At sunrise | |
You play your violin | |
On Napoleon' s nose | |
A cop comes and says | |
You' re one of those | |
But you jump | |
Into the trumpet of a clown | |
And you say to yourself | |
Maybe I should leave this town? | |
You walk | |
Beside the twilight street | |
Jewel of the town | |
And you pass | |
The makeup zoo | |
Where hungry people meet | |
They ask you | |
And you give them | |
All you need | |
For a trip to the South | |
Maybe you think | |
What sort of idiot am I | |
Without a bone in my mouth | |
And you turn to the sunrise | |
You see a famous face | |
Behind a golden fence | |
A voice sounds round the corner: | |
" This is your very last chance!" | |
But you laugh | |
Like the son of a kangaroo | |
I don' t believe the TV screen! | |
I don' t believe you too! |
zuò cí : Karrer, Rogner | |
You walk | |
Surrounded by the stars | |
For many days | |
And you knock | |
At the gates of night | |
No answer | |
But you walk in | |
With your decrees | |
And you go out | |
With shaking knees | |
A streetsweeper appears | |
Makes your dusty feet clean | |
Come and jump | |
On my AreYouTired machine | |
At sunrise | |
You play your violin | |
On Napoleon' s nose | |
A cop comes and says | |
You' re one of those | |
But you jump | |
Into the trumpet of a clown | |
And you say to yourself | |
Maybe I should leave this town? | |
You walk | |
Beside the twilight street | |
Jewel of the town | |
And you pass | |
The makeup zoo | |
Where hungry people meet | |
They ask you | |
And you give them | |
All you need | |
For a trip to the South | |
Maybe you think | |
What sort of idiot am I | |
Without a bone in my mouth | |
And you turn to the sunrise | |
You see a famous face | |
Behind a golden fence | |
A voice sounds round the corner: | |
" This is your very last chance!" | |
But you laugh | |
Like the son of a kangaroo | |
I don' t believe the TV screen! | |
I don' t believe you too! |