HELLO TO THE FISHES
music ©by mafish, text ©by ralf moß
Crawling on the carpet
Searching things I can not find
Sitting on a rocket
Looking out for any kind
Of beeing in space
Wanna see a foreign face
In the mirror
But it is still only me
I shiver
It is cold outside of me
It is cold outside of me
With a spark
In the dark
We have a glimpse of hope
But the spark burnes down our paperboat
Say hello to the fishes
Tell them all your wishes
Say hello to the fishes
They don't comment
Sitting on my sofa
Unhappy to be so far
My head is full of flowers
That I saw in your yard
My head is full of your voice
Saying: I don't want
Sorry, please don't mind
Tomorrow you will find
A fishsoup with mussels
To forget your troubles
And in the dark
You see a spark
A glimbse of hope and taste
Coming out of soup-plates
Say hello to the fishes...