Düsseldorf - Regina Spektor

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 Siene

It made me hopeful that someday our water

Would be breathable again…

In Frankfurt I heard eins zwei drei

Counting cookies and no one was shot

In Berlin stopped by the Polizei

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 muttdom

It made me miss my New York nothing…

In Montpelier I stayed in a chateau

A boy climbed into my bed and he knew no boundaries

In Amsterdam I got quite crazy

It might have been all the tulips and canals

Or it might have been all that hash, and in

Barcelon, buenos dias, chocolato, 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 after party 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