The day of Love
On Valentines Day,
Lovers all around, Roses and Chocolate
Boxes ablaze, Flower shops ajar.
From Paris to London,
Heart shaped cardboards on window shops.
Red, red, red color´s of love.
Only my friend Segafredo holds that banner as a canopy shading me from rain.
All about is gray, stone and concrete,
No men pacing down the street,
With bouquets of rose´s holding them
awkwardly upside down,
Hurrying to their lovers home, and show
Them red, red, red colors of their love.
Where is the love in Reykjavík?
Did Cupid not learn his geography?
Or did he go to the far east,
In his midlife crisis to learn
Japanese Calligraphy?
Will he one day realize he already has
what he seeks,
That is to shoot arrow´s everywhere,
And make people find within themselves
That the love they look for,
Is where the arrow lands.
Lovers all around, Roses and Chocolate
Boxes ablaze, Flower shops ajar.
From Paris to London,
Heart shaped cardboards on window shops.
Red, red, red color´s of love.
Only my friend Segafredo holds that banner as a canopy shading me from rain.
All about is gray, stone and concrete,
No men pacing down the street,
With bouquets of rose´s holding them
awkwardly upside down,
Hurrying to their lovers home, and show
Them red, red, red colors of their love.
Where is the love in Reykjavík?
Did Cupid not learn his geography?
Or did he go to the far east,
In his midlife crisis to learn
Japanese Calligraphy?
Will he one day realize he already has
what he seeks,
That is to shoot arrow´s everywhere,
And make people find within themselves
That the love they look for,
Is where the arrow lands.