Una página en blanco, canciones escritas y cantadas por Richard Ashcroft, café, la guitarra, los libros de Bukowski, de Chéjov y de Cernuda, el portátil, el número de teléfono al que puedo llamar siempre y se me pide que sea yo mismo y nadie más, mi idioma y la lengua alemana .
El resto no son cosas, son personas y son insustituibles, aunque al final del todo estemos siempre nosotros solos.
On your own
Tell me what you´ve seen
Was it a dream?
Was I in it?
Life seems so obscene
Until it’s over
Who knows?
All I want is someone who can fill the hole
In the life I know
In between life and death
When there’s nothing left
Do you wanna know?
You come in on your own
And you leave on your own
Forget the lovers you’ve known
And your friends on the road
Tell me if it’s true
That I need you
You are changing
I’ve seen this road before down on this floor
It is hurting me
All I want is someone
Who can fill the hole
In the life I know
In between life and death
When there’s nothing left
Do you want to know?
You come in on your own
And you leave on your own
Forget the lovers you’ve known
And your friends on your own
You come in on your own
And you leave on your own
Forget the lovers you’ve known
And your friends you have told
Lies
I’ve got to get rid of this hole inside
Lies
I’ve got to get rid of this hole inside
I´m standing here I´m all alone
I’m coming in on my own
I’m coming in on my own
I’m coming in on my own
Got a feeling inside my soul
El tintero 