There’s a girl in the neighborhood
Didn’t know what she should
Think about the voices in her ears.
Like a sweet embrace
She always watched her face
At midnight when she suddenly awoke.
She thought:
I want you closer
But not so close as it could be
I want you tighter
Like children in the arms of hope
Girl I gonna miss you.
She always asked for bread
Neglected words, so sad
Passing – by – people
Always scoffed at her.
And searched for confidence
But only found romances
Wild and fake and shorter than a breath.
She said:
I will be taken
By drunken soldiers in the dark
And than be watched by
The president of Hungary
The major and a jew
Girl I gonna miss you