The hanging gardens are long gone. You show me grey streets and I find myself again You have the memory of wine-fuelled evenings the intention to reach the summits
to start everything anew this time
memories of the time when you drank wine the light-heartedness gives way to the reality that everything is different now
our hanging gardens have long since car brands as ornaments the grey streets have long been are no longer grey
all that remains is the longing for the hanging gardens
