It sometimes happens that life kills and love
puts silicone in the locks of your home,
or you are made redundant
and get evicted from Eden, onto strange lands.
It sometimes happens that you exit a bar and the light
burns the skin of this vampire who loves you,
fills your forehead of fine south-brown dust,
you yawn and cramps burn your wings.
But it also happens,
that not knowing how or when,
something gives you goose bumps
and rescues you from the shipwreck.
And it's always Friday, summer siesta,
carnival in the village, garlands in May,
storms that turn off the television.
Phones burning, your voice names me,
today I dine with you, today a revolution,
kings losing their crowns,
seeing you through the crowd,
embraces that light up the dawn
in the southern beaches.
It sometimes happens that life kills and you find yourself
alone and in this non-recyclable heart
dispossessed oil tankers sink and suspicions
that induce short-sightedness in knife-throwers.
It sometimes happens that life kills and Winter
pulls out its revolver, aims at your ribs,
photo albums and the mirror terrorize you,
the car smells like pine trees and the sea like petrol.
But it also happens,
that not knowing how or when,
something gives you goose bumps
and rescues you from the shipwreck.
And it's always Friday, summer siesta,
carnival in the village, garlands in May,
storms that turn off the television.
Phones burning, your voice names me,
today I dine with you, today a revolution,
kings losing their crowns,
seeing you through the crowd,
embraces that light up the dawn
in the southern beaches.
It sometimes happens that life kills...
And it's always Friday, summer siesta...
Today I dine with you, today a revolution...
