Veče ne miriše na rakove i školjkemesec je bleda fleka boje cimetauzimaš cipele za šetanje krozsnoveulica voli ritam tvojih koraka
Vetar se provlaći kroz nepoznate rečiasfalt se miluje sa tvojim štiklamasuviše mekan da bi mogao da sprečiovo je veće puno tvojih tragova
Kad hodaš ne zastajkuješi zemlju ne dodiruješa mene ne primečuješi uporno se trudiš
Da me prođe požudajoš drhtim od tvog pogledaiz nekih starih razlogane mogu da se sredim
Night doesn't smell on crabs and seashellsMoon is the pale stain of color of cinnamonYou're taking your shoes for walking through thedreamsStreet loves rhythm of your steps
Wind is slinking through the unknown wordsAsphalt is cuddling with your heelsToo soft to avert somethingThis is night full of your prints
When you're walking you're not stoppingAnd you're not touching the earthAnd you're not noticing meAnd you're persistently trying
To make my lust goI'm still shivering of your lookFor some old reasonsI can't get myself together