Taxi horiak
Itoiz
Yellow Taxis
I'll quickly jump on the bus
Give a 'thumb' and take a train
What a shady crowd at the stations!
I'll throw my lonely afternoons away
In empty cinemas
Nights, mornings, people
Playing the guitar on the street
For the paranoid city-dwellers
Muffled sounds,
Visconti will never dream of it.
For my cravings
yellow taxis
I want to see them
no white cabs, no limos
Words are flowing
words are hot!
words are sharp...
---I'm falling in love with this city!
