Tv Man - Haustor

Mi hodamo po crti

Tankoj žutoj crti kroz mrak

U kojem nestaju

Kuće, i ljudi, i lica

Čitava ulica

Polako tone u ne

Još samo plavi prozori

Vise u tami

Sami smo na cesti

Ti si ponjela svoj bambusov štap

I torbu od slame

I okrugli kamen

I stakleni prsten

A ja sam k’o uvijek kad si blizu

Ponovo gizdav i jak

Tako smo lijepi

Tako smo sami

Mi hodamo po crti

Tankoj žutoj crti kroz grad

Počela je sitna kiša

Hladne su ulice

Ljudi u domovima prate program

Oni sjede i šute

Noć je bez tajni

Naše duge sjene

Su se pružile niz mokri asvalt

One su davne

One se ljube

One se boje

One se čude

Čude

A TV man

TV man

On ide

TV man

TV man

On ide

TV

Sami smo na cesti

Ti si ponjela svoj bambusov štap

I torbu od slame

I okrugli kamen

I stakleni prsten

A ja sam ko uvijek kad si blizu

Ponovo gizdav i jak

Tako smo lijepi

Tako smo sami

Naše duge sjene

Su se pružile niz mokri asvalt

One su davne

One se ljube

One se boje

One se čude

Čude

A TV man

TV man

On ide

TV man

TV man

On ide

TV man

TV man

On ide

TV man

TV man

On ide

TV

TV man

TV

TV man

TV man

TV man, TV man

TV

TV man

TV man

TV

We walk the line

A thin yellow line through the darkness

In which they disappear

Houses, and people, and faces

The whole street

Slowly sinking into no

Only blue windows left

More in the dark

We are alone on the road

You brought your bamboo stick

And a straw bag

And a round stone

And a glass ring

And I'm like always when you're close

Gorgeous and strong again

We are so beautiful

We are so alone

We walk the line

A thin yellow line through the city

A light rain began

The streets are cold

People in the homes follow the program

They sit and are silent

The night is without secrets

Our long shadows

They stretched out across the wet asphalt

They are old

They kiss

They are afraid

They wonder

Miracles

A TV man

TV man

He is going

TV man

TV man

He is going

TV

We are alone on the road

You brought your bamboo stick

And a straw bag

And a round stone

And a glass ring

And I'm like always when you're close

Gorgeous and strong again

We are so beautiful

We are so alone

Our long shadows

They stretched out across the wet asphalt

They are old

They kiss

They are afraid

They wonder

Miracles

A TV man

TV man

He is going

TV man

TV man

He is going

TV man

TV man

He is going

TV man

TV man

He is going

TV

TV man

TV

TV man

TV man

TV man, TV man

TV

TV man

TV man

TV