Birds of feather flock together
On a window sill
I can never find out
Why do they sit there
My rhymes were killed
By another jug of wine
A desire rises in my blood
On the Perštýn corner
The restless blonde girl
With blue eyes
Suddenly takes off
Her blouse
How did you get here
In the black stockings
I touched
Her black hair
I am like the sun
Like the morning rose
And in Prague you can call me
Marianne
We found each other
We don’t have to hurry
Even the old forefather Czech
Came from the East
There is one gate
Which let me come in
And I am playing
A back-number song, too
You have to pay for love
Like for a good flat
We can make love
And not worry
I have a violin clef
For the bank safes
And opportunities underfoot
Don’t stamp, let’s go away
I am like the sun,
Like the morning rose
And you can call me
Marianne
Birds of feather flock together
On a window sill
And the sky is grey
You can get drowned
We come in and get out
That’s it
There’s nothing to wait for
Nor a miracle
The restless blonde girl
On the Perštýn corner
With blue eyes
Doesn’t care for me anymore
My fallen angel
Love goes aside
On another bed
With the back-number song
I am like the sun
Like the morning rose
And you may call me
Marianne