Death on the Streets

They play a song from long ago You start dancing on your own City sleeps you ́re awake Dress up pretty don ́t be late Ain ́t got money to mourn your life You are able to seize the night So am I But you don ́t need no testimony You don ́t need to prove you ́re right When you say that we are frantic So we ́re drinking in the night I see death on the street I see trembling and defeat When I look at backpacks in the dark I see the ending before the start Take a ride on the Ferris wheel Coloured seats and rusted steel Takes you up into the air Don ́t look back and don ́t despair We don ́t feel responsible for a single life I feel we should sometimes You don ́t need no testimony You don ́t need to prove you ́re right When you say that we are frantic So we ́re drinking in the night I see death on the street I see trembling and defeat When I look at backpacks in the dark I see the ending before the start You wake up The morning is gone The streets are packed And the workers are working on I see death on the street I see trembling and defeat When I look at backpacks in the dark I see the ending --- Death on the Streets - Abramowicz