Skin disease

You lean your head upon your friend's shoulder
Back in the white room
A blond haired man, just another sailor
Silent smiles and hopeless looks
Ripp off long shreds of dry skin
Stand up and face the wind
We caught a skin disease
Consciousness fell asleep
Then no more choice, then no more voice, no more voice

I don't want to hear this inner voice
It's so hard to take one's choice
And now. I'm throwing out my throughts

Watch the single light at the end of the way
And now please keep in step
Wear the uniform of the other sailor
Now please keep in step
Let the sea pick your bones
Let the sun drown your hopes
We caught a skin disease
Consciousness well asleep
Then no more thoughts, then no more doubt, then no more thoughts

I don't want to hear this inner voice
It's so hard to take one's choice
And now. I'm throwing out my throughts

Avoid any contact
Avoid any contact
I need a number, a tattoo on my arm
To tell me who I am now
To tell me where I have to go

Und der Seeman sagt
Eine auf dem Arm tätowierte Numme
Um Ihnen zu sagen, dab ich jetzt
Da bin, wohin ich gehe

I need a clock to set my life
I need a dreamless sleep
We caught a skin disease and
Avoid any contact
Avoid any contact

Eine Uhr, um mein Leben zu regeln
Ich brauche einen traumlosen Sehl
Wir haben eine Hautrankheit

Philippe Pascal

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