Intermitting red flashes of a streetlamp
Lit my vienna hotel nights
In room 115 with empty TV channels
Dreaming of you between fear and hope
We saw your imperial majesty fading in the dark
We saw your liberty excess twinkling in the sun
Reflecting sparks in modern crystal dreams
What a town, what a dream...
And we saw your biggest wheel
Turning from earth to the cloudless sky
Above cats and opera phantoms
We saw your white Wagner's church
Where a stony devil and a crossed God
Are the eternal guardians of the trespass
My last fear, my last dream...
I saw your eyes, I saw your shadow
Walking across pasts, reaching our times
I heard the rhythm of your heart
Beating across pasts, joining our times
We saw a rainbow house in your streets
The third skin of a hundreds of waters
Was a madman's colourful dream
You play your own melodies as a waltz
In the alleys we walked through
You often play some others waltz
Between planet systems and kings courts
I saw your crossroad of centuries:
You are so rich, you are so poor
You are so full of life, you are so soulless
In your cage of memories and history
Hiding the evil behind your palace disguise
I saw your eyes, I saw your shadow
Walking across pasts, reaching our times
I heard the rhythm of your heart
(words by Sandor, 1990)
dedicated to Alby, for showing me the way...
Lit my vienna hotel nights
In room 115 with empty TV channels
Dreaming of you between fear and hope
We saw your imperial majesty fading in the dark
We saw your liberty excess twinkling in the sun
Reflecting sparks in modern crystal dreams
What a town, what a dream...
And we saw your biggest wheel
Turning from earth to the cloudless sky
Above cats and opera phantoms
We saw your white Wagner's church
Where a stony devil and a crossed God
Are the eternal guardians of the trespass
My last fear, my last dream...
I saw your eyes, I saw your shadow
Walking across pasts, reaching our times
I heard the rhythm of your heart
Beating across pasts, joining our times
We saw a rainbow house in your streets
The third skin of a hundreds of waters
Was a madman's colourful dream
You play your own melodies as a waltz
In the alleys we walked through
You often play some others waltz
Between planet systems and kings courts
I saw your crossroad of centuries:
You are so rich, you are so poor
You are so full of life, you are so soulless
In your cage of memories and history
Hiding the evil behind your palace disguise
I saw your eyes, I saw your shadow
Walking across pasts, reaching our times
I heard the rhythm of your heart
(words by Sandor, 1990)
dedicated to Alby, for showing me the way...