Ronnie's Blog

Golden Fields

Strange ads and cars shouting,
Pavements and concrete poles,
Promiscuous women, the vibrating air,
Neon light advertising boards,
The evening newspaper and the treacherous quiet,
Beggars who have no luck at all,
Prices which go up, a political party ID,
Singers here and there.

Trips to heaven, the dollar fluctuating,
Electric love whispers,
A pan flute concert, luxury limousines,
A chase and its institution,
A grey evening with a conformist poet
Who loses his temper,
A khaki rhythm, an optimistic citizen
And my need for your smile.

Chorus:
And if I won’t find myself in all these,
And if this isn’t the way I am,
I will surely come back to you one day,
Oh, you golden fields,
Oh, you golden fields…

A petty crowd, lost children,
The statues like garbage,
Dummy-city with quick steps
and tears on my smile,
The mechanic ballet and a mad painter,
Churches waiting for people who repent,
The organic laughter and a soap bubble
And a voice whispering: ’’Behave yourselves!’’

Chorus:
And if I won’t find myself in all these,
And if this isn’t the way I am,
I will surely come back to you one day,
Oh, you golden fields…(X4)