Testo The Boulevard

Another sunday morning, Another sunday morning, eternal life Look out of the window, see the children playing on the street, I sit so many ours here, I think about the atmosphere Oh getting older could be so strong Oh why cant I remember how is it to be young I see there is a cloudburst Can hear the dry leafs falling to the ground Winter time's a grey time I miss the summer time indeed Now its spitting on my cigarette, it's raining on my red corvette like a pitible creature walk I along the streets to the memories how is it to be young Refrain: what is my behaviour What is my way to say I need Love and understanding to survive What is my way to say I bleed I'm not so quick on the uptake I'm a stranger in this world I'm not a communist only a hanger on Allone on the boulevard