Yello - 3rd of June текст песни

This is the 3rd of june, 1988

A highly unimportant day

Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over manhattan

In a downtown far away, mr. toomy, our face in a crowd

The city was slow and tired

The wall street boys wearing their ties around their neck

Like boxers towels after a fight

Mr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop

Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it

Whos that, whats that, what do you mean

Ill never know where I lost my dream

Whos that, whats that, gimme your name

3rd of june, end of game

No looking to the right

No looking to the left

Lenny is a target and always on track

Lenny is a target and nobody shoots

Lenny is a target lost the route

Ruins of a childs old fantasy

Ruins of a child was [? ]

Lenny is a target and nobody shoots

Lenny is a target lost the route

Whos that, whats that, what do you mean

Ill never know when I lost my dream

Whos that, whats that, gimme your name

3rd of june, end of game

Mr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop

Looked at his face

Took off his jacket

Put it on the pavement

Stepped on it

And started preaching like a monk from another world

After some minutes, he had a little crowd

Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly

Like rolling gloom

And mr. toomy throws his voice til he was the only one in the area

At this early night of june 3rd, 1988

Whos that, whats that, what do you mean

Ill never know when I lost my dream

Whos that, whats that, gimme your name

3rd of june, end of game