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empty, colorful cigarette boxes
and crumpled butter bread paper
on the way to school, which we did every day
i see, as if it were today, before me
and we stepped on the bed in front of the station
for the mother the birthday bouquet
in this city i know myself
in this city i was at home
what does the city look like today?
in this city i was at home
between two dark lanterns (فوانيس)
stood a bank, my first, his name was Fritz
i would like ? like to learn from him kissing
but his kiss were a joke
morning brooding (تأمل) behind blind slices
i knew only one thing? i want to get out
in this city i know myself
in this city i was at home
what does the city look like today?
in this city i was at home
one morning i stood at the platform
on the railroad to the great world
and i suddenly knew on the platform
that nothing holds me in this city
today after night alone
i cannot stand it anymore from homesickness
in this city i know myself
in this city i was at home
what does the city look like today?
in this city i was at home
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