North Wind

He starved on the footpath for seven days

All of a sudden he was transported to the hotel Hilton

Nightclubs laid bare their untold treasure

Before his senses

With him the biting winter wind

Below the skies

Were caressing



With him the comforts of an air-conditioned hall

Loud with song and dance

And lords and ladies gay 

Was as soul-killing

As hell could be

Hail starvation and North Wind.