Fellini
In one of the unturned films
From Federico Fellini
On a thin ice
In the glass of Martini
Hero on heroin
Heroine on heroin
And a no-crossing line*
Layed between them
Between them
A second ago
Was heat, but now between them
Lay the snows of Kilimanjaro
Bullets in store
Eyes on Visine
And the poisoned air
They swallow so avidly, in vain
Chorus:
In vain you're thinking of death
I want to find the letter
In the empty envelop and read it
To you
In one of the unturned films
From Federico Fellini
Lay the snows
Of Kilimanjaro
Hero on heroin
Heroine on heroin
And the poisoned air
They swallow so avidly
chorus
*no-crossing line= that line that divides the road in two and that cars cannot cross.. don't know how the hell you call that in English :\
