Tekst
Dark street of pretty thievs - Azra 

Lies invent spiteful dreams
Sweet exausted lies
While weakness changes strength into pain
Jerks wander far
What did you mean by that
A sold beasty with no faith
On the horizon you can see the old slogans
Written by hand

Jerks wander far
The rest wonder why
Jerks wander the rast wander
Who d'you think that you are
And while i search in your shadow for the lost years
And while i search in your words for that which doesn't exist
On the horizon the old slogans are resurrected
And i can see their colour
In the true face of reality

Jerks wander far
The rest wonder why
Jerks wander the rast wander
Who d'you think that you are

At the end of the passage way beneath the roofs
(she scribbled i love you)
The world was then dividen by the old patternbooks
I waited learning against the well
(a dark street of pretty thieves)
She lowered her lips to my palm
The smell of drunken maturity
Spread across the realm

Jerks wander the rest wander
Who d'you think that you are