(~colddanfeettan dA) Going home It takes time to come down the steps They are long and steep I cling to the staircase High heels are insecure But they have to proceed I look for the key Of the big iron door You have already left Would not see me Keeping my back straight While walking down that alley Will not see How tears swelled up too high And poured down Melting with them My flirty make up All the pretty face Did not see The square emptied by night Only one accidental passer-by Streching his hands towards me And letting me fall into his arms As if didn't have Nobody in the world |