A Stroll Down The Rotten Face of Europe (Las Ramblas)

An old man with a face like a sock
Smokes a long and smelly cigarette
He is looking at all the young pretty boys and girls go by
He is looking at their skinny-fancy clothes

A man from Pakistan throws
A useless toy
Twenty meters into the sky
And a little blonde boy screams and cries
His mother curses god in French
And his father buys the shiny toy

A man with hollow eyes
Puts his hand down his pants
And looks at all the young pretty boys and girls go by
Nobody notices those two hollow eyes
Yearning for a comfy sigh

A police man frowns upon a dirty man
Sitting in the sidewalk without a shirt
Feeding, with his bare dirty hands
Smoked salmon to his dirty slimy dog

A bus arrives
From it descend a clan of fifty tourists
They're all smiling and laughing outloud
Because everything is so funny
And they take pictures of each other
They're equipped with cameras and money

A collection of seven Italian schemers
Fool an obese Indian teen
In a game he can not win
Betting his biggest bill
All the young pretty boys and girls go by and laugh and stare
And keep on going by

In the Entrance of the metro
A young junky lights a rotten cigarrette
His face is dry
His hair is dry
His breath is dry
I imagine for him an industrial hometwon in Northern europe
An alcoholic father and a cookie mother

It is quite a strange thing
To hear the doves
To see them fly
And smell all that urine and beer
Everyday the trucks come by
They pour water all over the place
It is quite a strange thing

Sitting on a bench
A grumpy old Spanish couple
Wonders if anybody actually remembres the war

And all those young pretty boys and girls keep on going by.

Sinceramente,
SEMV