Outside taxis come and go,
Strangers stop to say hello?
Old men in yellow-fady coats
Sailing in big black boats
But nothing changes
Behind the red brick wall.
Time has come, waters have gone,
Good or bad, men are turned to bone,
Women passing on the streets
Looking, perhaps, to buy some sheets..
But nothing changes
Behind the red brick wall.
The house's still there
(GO and SEE)
I'll be here in my chair
(SEE me and then GO)
'Cause nothing will ever change
Behind the red brick wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem