Plötzlich Walking

Una Sábana Al Vientu
A Sheet in the wind

At this time of the day, When the sun really blisters,
He find difficlt not to feel special
Working at 300 feet under,
barefooted and without a harness,
Gazing at this sky,
A blue desert,
A parade of cranes,
The white track of a jet....

At the time when the sun really blisters,
He finds dieeicult not to feel special.

From here I can almost see
Your half-open windows, my soul mate.
And i know that if I made a sign
The clounds will roll by so to sleep by my side.
concerete is burning and my shadow shakes
Like a sheet in the wind