Above a huge village of concrete
The solar bulb is slowly fading
Towards a huge village of concrete
Dusk is approaching like a cat

The lines have been abandoned
By pensive madonnas of waiting
To their chapels they return:
To the TVs with a weather forecast

The blue-shadow forecast
Windowpanes flicker from the TVs
The blue-shadow forecast
The beam is drawing humorlessly
The blue-shadow forecast

Bolts and locks will safeguard the door
The glass peephole will inspect the guests
The night isn’t scary when three padlocks
You've set up for a thief, brother

Elevators are humming lullabies
The neighbor is gabbling off a prayer on his knees
Maybe once more you’ll pull it off
To last through the night and crawl through to another morning

The blue-shadow forecast
Windowpanes flicker from the TVs
The blue-shadow forecast
The beam is drawing humorlessly
The blue-shadow forecast

 

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