Kapitan Nemo - Bar Paradise

You often tell me that living
in somebody else's world makes no sense
not even for a while
For there's no roses for those who get back
and get a harsh taste of dust in the city streets

Though, sometimes when it gets dark
I dream of the Degas Dancers
in their white ballet shoes
High above the city rooftops, dancing, humming gently

Not all of us will board the Orient Express
Not all of us will get a table at the Paradise bar
To look through a glass of pink and yellow
Not all of us will get there - so what?

The street lights say "go!"
And all the cars start their quadrile in lines
Then suddenly I hear something, like a sardonic laughter
And the people around me say "oh...a bad luck"

Not all of us will board the Orient Express
Not all of us will get a table at the Paradise bar
To look through a glass of pink and yellow
Not all of us will get there - so what?

Degas Dancers disappear amongst the stars
Somewhere in the dark, high above the city rooftops
And suddenly I hear something, like a sardonic laughter
And the people around me say "oh...a bad luck"

Not all of us will board the Orient Express
Not all of us will get a table at the Paradise bar
To look through a glass of pink and yellow
Not all of us will get there - so what?