Testo Mr. Dandy(engl.)

The congested hustle & bustle in the oblique early-afternoon light. Heartbeats that tremble as sunset pierces the windows. If there are limits, then dreams are only oppression. "Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy" The glow, drifting away... "Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy" ...of lost love, in all its heaviness. Like swimming around the clock in an enchanted ocean the colors of the city bring the blue summer with them. If there is light, then shadow is distressed again