How narrow this street is
People can't fit in
It's like a procession
That walks slowly, slowly

No one has died
It's not a saint's day, no one
No voice can be heard
And no bell rings

And meanwhile the heart waits
For the fountains to open
And it rains, on the heads of children
I'd like to tangle this moon
With a rope
To take me far away
To take me far away
Where the sky is always sky and never
Gets dark

And it rains, on the earth and no one
Would want to command to squeeze
The pains
Into this bitter lump
That doesn't know the sea
Because the sea is far away
Yet it is close

How long this road is
Because it never ends
It gets lost in the priests
Among the tangled papers
Under the ivy of the wall
That climbs and swears
The blasphemies of the days
Of evenings without bread
And meanwhile the heart waits
For the fountains to open

And it rains, on the heads of children
I'd like to tangle this moon
With a rope
To take me far away
To take me far away
Where the sky is always sky and never
Gets dark

And it rains, on the earth and no one
Would want to command to squeeze the pains
Into this bitter lump
That doesn't know the sea
Because the sea is far away
Yet it is close

Into this bitter lump
That doesn't know the sea
Because the sea is far away
Yet it is close

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