In those days when we chose the same dirty, plain shoes and wore them so comfortably,
As though gliding over the granite, we lightly, gently fell in love.
The two of us played in a puddle of water that no one else knew,
Leaping and flying, dyeing our bare feet in that upside-down sky.
The two of us, all tired out,
Hide our green-stained feet in our sneakers.
Good shoes [x2]
These are good shoes, good shoes, we laugh.
Like a roll of tape stretched to its end, with happiness always a half-tone down,
“Ah, we can’t go on like this,” you said, as though singing to me as I wake.
The two us watched as that pool of water dried away.
The raptors that cried out above are whispering something to us.
If I could grow wings, I’m sure that everything would go fluttering in the air.
You told me that you were leaving.
I wash the green stains off my feet with the raindrops.
Good shoes [x4]
Let’s put our good shoes on.
You kill me, you kill me, you kill me too much, too much [x3]
You kill me too much.