o me dorënde tënde moj balluk' e prërë (x2)
dora m'u ndodh zënë trendafil me ere? (x2)

With your own hand, the girl with cut bangs
my hand happens to be busy, scented rose

Jimmy thinks, time can heal his wounds He learns to speak a foreign language Holds the for to be safe in
Winter’s coming, dreams
are smashed to smithereens
Too tired to wauk in any direction To find a peaceful place dreams
He’s running around
And trying to find some new stories He’s goes back and forth
Gives up hiz werld of certainties
Jimmy talks, of a future time
He’s floating around some situations And seems to be all worn out
Summer’s coming, his dreams are faded now He carries on wandering the streets
Looking for some kind of clues
Jimmy thinks, time can heal his wounds He learns to speak a foreign language And holds the fort to be safe in
Winter’s coming, his dreams are smashed to smithereens
Too tired to walk in any direction
To find a peaceful place
He’s running around
And trying to find some new stories He’s goes back and forth
Gives up his world of certainties