City Birds Songtext
von Raoul Vignal

The cards fall on the table
The queen′s smile it is met with a frown
A brief glance and then
His hand goes down

Ghost songs in the distance
All lost in the trade of smiles
The cheap wine getting passed
From hand to hand


Empty streets resonate with swallow cries
Summer's there yet the card players stay inside
Should they pause for a while they would see it clear
It is only the start of the losing streak

Feeling a breeze of joy
How could they not ignore
Each other′s laughter echoing through the night
The bottle's half full and the world
Is going down