Houses huddle, all multi-colored
There are always flowers on the windowsills
Randomly, unexpectedly, miraculously
A myriad, an armful of nobody's dreams
Brought by the wind somehow fabulously...
I'm running in shoes, in a spring raincoat
I am in a hurry to meet with myself
And as if it seems, and as if it's dreaming of
meeting a true love...
Let it be invented, but it will come true!
Mosaic of thoughts, birds live chirping
On the main square the grandeur of the Radnitz
And the spiers sharply resting on the Universe,
They raise my thought and then prostrate it
I am a stranger here and everything's unknown...
I run and fly and I compete
With my unbridled destiny
Let passers-by be surprised
Walking slowly along the pavement
The cobbled pavement...
Houses huddle, all multi-coloured...
