|
Heaven, |
|
all the heavens of the world. |
|
Are you looking for anything? |
|
Heaven with eyes bright green |
|
Everyday my eyes are older, |
|
I grow a bit closer to you. |
|
Hats, |
|
all the hats of the world. |
|
I don't know how I wear a hat so much. |
|
Even when I run. |
|
The city can't see my eyes |
|
under the brim. |
|
I play a game of tennis. |
|
Passing violins are blind. |
|
Mother, |
|
oh, mothers of the world. |
|
A singer with eyes closed, |
|
singer on the 5th floor. |
|
Your hats that I wear when you disappear. |
|
How could you see that everyday I talk to you? |
|
Mister, |
|
all the misters of the world. |
|
What are you wearing? |
|
I live on the 5th floor of the apartment building. |
|
What am I looking for in you? |
|
How can I escape you? |
