Nothing of a pluralism
You can feel in that beat and rythum
'cause cold days keep your finger cold
In cold days you have to keep silence
To keep your temper
But it's makin' me jumpy to sit and wait
For the first convulsive laugther
More degrees and sun so the ice will break
With wishful thinking standing at my window
(those days are longer than my cock)
To get a flash of it and an idea on a new season
Into the wind spread out your wings fly up and down
I cannot show how boring its in town
So what do we try to crush
Through all these fuckin' barren winter days
I think we must try to crush
That we're keepin' our asses on the sofa
In time to find "the joker"
But it pleases to play the sound
We produce on a cold sunny winter day
Day after day
The sun shines longer down from the sky
Finally days of monotony pass by
We wouldn't draw the line anymore
Rhombic smoke-screen
Just for the one's who feel bored
Let's take liberty in the beginning of a new season
Think and take a look back
In the heat of barren desert
But now 30 degrees and fun again
Some cocktails we've to shake