Citizens - Josef K

Everyone in our town walks around to test the air

Even though that’s torment there

They never love to take care

A car’s crash in our town

Sidewalks paved with character

The populace that passed this way

None of them turned to pray

Even though there’s torment there

They never love to take care

A citizens they walk odd

Their only aim is to get rich

A typic omen’s not for us

We can’t expect here sign of love

The treeless limits of this town

The walls a blanket of greyish dust

No ordinary sight to see

I feel la peste subconsciously

Even though there’s torment there

They never love to take care

I am so bored with your ideals

I take the air on the balcony

Stroll along the boulevard

Hear the voices by the sea

Even know that’s omen there

They never love to take care