Düsseldorf

In Düsseldorf I met a clown

His nose, it was red

In gelterkinden I forgot to frown

Then remembered again

In Paris I saw a big fish

Swimming slow in the seine

It made me hopeful that someday our

Water will be breathable again

In Frankfurt I heard ein zwei drei

Counting cookies and no one was shot

In Berlin stopped by the polizai

For drunk driving and everyone smiled

In Prague I knew I'd been a witch

Burnt alive, a pyre of Soviet Kitsch

It made me miss my moscow mother

It made me miss my new york nothing

In Montpelier I stayed in a château

A girl climbed into my bed and she knew no boundaries

And in Amsterdam I got quite crazy

Might have been all the tulips and canals

Or it might have been all that hash, and in

Barcelona - buenos dias, chocolate, le picasso

And in Brussels, clean-cut hostel

And in London, me and the french existentialists

In Corsica I floated away

All the way to Marseilles

I should have held an afterparty

For all the thoughts I didn't say

In Düsseldorf I met a dwarf

With bad breath and a really good tan

In Gelterkinden I remembered how to laugh

And I never ever forgot it again