In Town
Ewald Pfleger
A feelin' I can't get out of my head
Since I came to the big town
A countryman remains a countryman
He feels that he is pressed by heavy grey stones
Flowers don't bloom on asphalt
In town I can't unfold
In town, in town…
When sultriness weighs down the street gutters
It drives me crazy in this overcrowded tram today
Summer isn't summer without meadows and woods
And the smoke of exhaust is stealin' my breath away
Flowers don't bloom on asphalt
In town I can't grow old
In town, in town…
Moneymakers, they greedy surround you
In town I cannot see it through
In town, in town…
