False gods and devils
False truths, false Beliefs
True Lies and Betrayal
're about to dissolve
False hopes and false joys
False words,
False light, False False night
world in all year
Tell me is this real
Black horned friendship
I know how you feel
Shouting, screaming, drinking, stinking
Making love, dropping bombs
Flying away for holidays
Watching TV
Calling the cops
Killing for survival
Eating their neighbours
None of them is really wrong
They’re just misplaced, that’s all
None of them is completely wrong
They’re just misplaced, that’s all
I know how you feel
The world is slightly salted
Like the Baltic Sea
Or grilled peanuts
Or fainted tears
You don’t know precisely
What or how or when
It went wrong
But it did
It went wrong
As you know
As you guessed
Good guess!
I know how you feel
When one’s missing
One, only one
This very precise one
Not seating at your side
Nor in front of you
The beer is pale
The light is dark
Tunneled vision
Rumbling sounds dying at your ear
The missing one is not here with a smile
Or a laughter
Or quiet and gentle glances
Or quiet words
Or silences
One is missing
And the world loses its taste
I know how you feel
Your soul’s about to dissolve
Tired of false smiles
False hopes and false joys
False words
False devils and gods
False truths, false beliefs
Tired of all that lie that binds people
False light, false night
Betrayed friendship
I know how you feel
You’d better head up sailing to high seas
Travel the oceans and find
The world’s proper taste again
Made of salt, made of wind
Made of freedom
Made of irreducible truths
Where things are things
Skies are skies
Waves are waves
And men are sailors
When men are men
Then the world is again, slightly
But just slightly, salted
As some woman lips
Or lightly grilled peanuts
I know how you feel
Back to the chilly streets
The pavement faintly shines in the wet dark
I know how you feel
Hands in the pockets, collar up
Cap glued down on the nose
Freezing winds cutting the skin
Like swiftly razor blades
Back to real raindrops, real ice pellets
Back to real darkness
Real hopelessness
No one’s around
None
Wandering alone
Wondering why
It’s time to haul up the sail
Aim to distant shores
Distant islands under distant clouds
Where skies are skies
Waves are waves
Where things are things
And men are sailors Women And Their galore
I know how you feel.
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