積分
演出藝人
Bianca Steck
演出者
詞曲
Bianca Steck
作曲家
歌詞
Wet grass
Fog blurs
My thoughts, at last
It feels right
To be far away from all those cars
From all the smoke
That kills my plants
From benches filled with
Cold
Dry
Bread
The man was there
But now has left
Laid day and night
Lonesome despair
Was he taken away?
Maybe to a better place
Where flowers bloom
Where dreams are moved
By tiny angels that guide you through
Their wings
A cloud
Their sigh
A sound
I fall asleep
You've disappeared
On the table
There are two small apricots
And a peach
This colour evokes
Eternity
The structures of the concrete landscape
Are suddenly
So weak
Buildings keep growing
Reaching the clouds
Covered in glass
Reflecting their neighbours
The rain
And the
Stars?
I only see
Bright
Terraces of bars
Full of life
Conversations
And laughs
Secrets move
From ear to ear
Under neon light
It contrasts with that blue
That now is darker
Than before
Time has past
And the city remains
Despite everything
There it stands
It's hard to believe
What a place to live in
Written by: Bianca Steck
