In dusseldorf i met a clown
His nose, it was red
In gelterkinden i forgot to frown
Then remembered again
In paris i saw a big fish
Swimming slow in the seine
It made me hopeful that someday our
Water will be breathable again
In frankfurt i heard ein zwei drei
Counting cookies and no one was shot
In berlin stopped by the polizai
For drunk driving and everyone smiled
In prague i knew i’d been a witch
Burnt alive, a pyre of soviet kitsch
It made me miss my moscow mother
It made me miss my new york nothing
In montpelier i stayed in a chateau
A girl climbed into my bed and she knew no boundaries
And in amsterdam i got quite crazy
Might have been all the tulips and canals
Or it might have been all that hash, and in
Barcelona - buenos dias, chocolate, le picasso
And in brussels, clean-cut hostel
And in london, me and the french existentialists
In corsica i floated away
All the way to marseilles
I should have held an afterparty
For all the thoughts i didn’t say
In dusseldorf i met a dwarf
With bad breath and a really good tan
In gelterkinden i remembered how to laugh
And i never ever forgot it again
