I cut my heart in patterns
Just yearning for the day
When envy will deny our pride
After an enormous fight
Would you like that sacrifice
Yearning for the day.
I divide your heart in numbers
And count until the day
We create a better world
Round the corner’s dying bird
On that not delightful way
Yearning for the day.
The lion plays piano
With light september ray
That’s why no one is impressed
Even if he burns the chess
Taxidrivers cross my way
Yearning for the day.
I cut my heart in patterns
Just yearning for the day
When envy will deny our pride
And climb up to the satellites
In the sky of sacrifice
Yearning for the day.