Tekst
An idle day - Azra 

Did you feel me in yourself
Or was your tought to blind me
I've given you a silver ring
Cause diamond makes me angry

And idle day & gossip

To make distinction clearly i shall do whatever
Sometimes gaffe it's not so hard
I won't play to your lovely proceedings
So pardon me now
I have found my self down at the underground

What a hard year this will be
It would take too long to explain here
But broadly speaking
The magic just dissapeared

Is there little of the melancholy around you
I don't know and i don't care
But will you command with my private lessons
Till the very end we shall see anyway

Go then and try to delight me my lady
I'm simply the taste of my own
Go then and try to amuse me my lady
I'm and idle man a gossiping friend