driving, driving faster than allowed
impatient, waiting to go on
guided by the traffic lights at night
uphill and downhill,
they shine like some red
and yellow flowers

some red or yellow flowers

hold on, take a rest with me
somewhere it's better than here
hold on, take a rest with me
somewhere it is better than here

pulsing with the flow of urgent cars
impatient, waiting to go on
rushing escorts me by the wayside
uphill and downhill,
lights shine like some red
and yellow flowers

all the time, where has it gone?
never mind, so carry on...
but at the end if you resume,
you'll find out that
there is only gloom


words: fülster
music: fülster