You walk, surrounded by the stars for many days
and you knock at the gates of night.
No answer
but you walk in with your decrees
and you go out with shaking knees.
A street-sweeper appears
makes your dusty feet clean.
Come and jump on my Are-You-Tired machine at sunrise,
you play your violin on Napoleon’s nose
a cop comes and says
“You’re one of those”
but you jump into the trumpet of a clown
and you say to yourself “maybe I should leave this town?”
You walk beside the twilight street
Jewel of the town
and you pass the make-up zoo where hungry people meet.
They ask you and you give them all you need
for a trip to the South, maybe you think
“What sort of idiot am I without a bone in my mouth?”
and you turn to the sunrise.
You see a famous face behind a golden fence
A voice sounds round the corner: “This is your very last chance!”
But you laugh like the son of a kangaroo
I don’t believe the TV screen!
I don’t believe you too!!