There's always a man behind the line
Just to cross it on time
And the corner café charges an hour or two
And so it ends, the day is colder if it begins
Everything heats up in the kitchen, the insects don't leave me alone
And they want more of my food
There's always a lady on the corner
Of the house of old things
I'm cold, my voice holds me back, and earlier I want
One more carrot juice, in my head a liter of beer
In the kitchen the refrigerator starts to hum
It's time to share lunch, it's time to breathe
To walk, throwing red stones into the river
There's always a lady on the corner
Of the house of old things
I'm cold, my voice holds me back, and earlier I want
One more carrot juice, in my head a liter of beer
In the kitchen the refrigerator starts to hum
It's time to share lunch, it's time to breathe
To walk, throwing red stones into the river
Time to discover if I want to cross or not
The line that is always everywhere