walking down the streets at night
i see her stumbling through the rain
a skinny figure in the dark
her face a shade of grey
begging here and barking there
she´s swearing all the time
her fingers fumbling with her hair
a dirty mess of grime
and she starts to cry and she´s asking why
her life´s always the same
but she does not see, that unfortunately
there´s no one here to blame
«heroin» she said, «was the best i had…
no more mountains left to climb.
the world so slow… all my dreams just too high
to be fulfilled in time…!»
she grabs my arm… and i feel alarmed
her fingers gripping tight
i see her pleading eyes… so i start to diguise
and say, that everything´s alright…
and the reason why i pretended and lied
is that i don´t want to kill
the poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft
of the thing that she calls will…!
«heroin» she said…