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Depresie pe podul din Praga

Mi-e frica sa nu afli
De tremurul inimii mele
Cand te-am simtit aproape
In imbratisarea fericirii absolute .

Intr-o iarna cumplita in Praga
Sufletele noastre sfasiate de suferinta
S-au intalnit , s-au contemplat
Si s-au alinat.

Straini de iubire si extaz ,
Ne-am gasit in fata turnului cu ceas
Cand mi-ai luat mana si mi-ai aratat
Valsul vienez al papusilor din ceas.

Mi-a inghetat sufletul in Praga
Cand am ajuns la capatul podului
Ce ne intimida prin statornicie
Dar m-ai dezghetat cand m-ai luat de mana.

Mi-ai prins mana si am fugit
Ca doi nebuni urmariti de lume
Am fugit in cautarea fericirii eterne
Ca doi bolnavi suferinzi de ciuma.
Pe podul Carol din Praga contracronometru

Ne-am izbit de oameni 
Uimiti de nebunia noastra
Am calcat pe rochia miresei de pe pod
Si am ras de oamenii ce radeau de noi 

Am atins fericirea in bratele tale 
Dar eu stiam ca iti doreai pe alta 

Fata in palton rosu ne urmarea cum ne pierdeam in multime ...

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