You who walk in the wind
Alone in the too-big city
With the quiet blues
You whom she dumped
To run toward other moons
To chase other fortunes
You who look for some cash
To get through the week
In the city you wander
Daredevil, at sundown
You pass by the banks
If you're only a busker
You, kid, whose parents
Left you alone on earth
Little bird without light
In your white cloth jacket
It's cold like in Bohemia
Your heart's like in Lent
You, for whom, give-and-take
I sang these few lines
As if to send a sign
Say in your turn now
That life only matters
For a flower that dances