How would you feel if I'd stopped struggling with nature?And how would you feel if I'd grow my own way?Would you cry?Would you look at me differently?And I would try to freeze myself enough to dieJust to spare youBaby, I'll go to Paris or New YorkFind me a small apartment, a lover and a place to singMany blues songs, I'll probably have dozensCause they're my only comfortCoffee reminds me the eyes of whom I shall give my hand toThey are as deep as tunnels and I'm not able to handleTheir deepness and near, I drown in them so I won't look awayI won't go my own wayBaby, I'll go to Paris or New YorkFind me a small apartment, a lover and a place to singMany blues songs, I'll probably have dozensCause they're my only comfortBaby, I'll go to Paris or New YorkFind me a small apartment, a lover and a place to singMany blues songs, I'll probably have dozensCause they're my only comfortThank you for watching!