Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Anyone who lives on his own but would like to have some contact now and then....

 (A-wa a-wa) o kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(A-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(A-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza

 ... anyone who, allowing for the different times of day, weather, working conditions and so on, merely wishes to see an arm - it can be any old arm - that he could hang on to...

She's a rich girl

She don't try to hide it

Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

He's a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Ta na na
Ta na na na 


She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

.... such a person would not get by for long without a window on the street.

People say she's crazy
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well that's one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
She was physically forgotten
And then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said you've taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds 

And I could say oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I'm talking about
As if everybody here would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes 

She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And he puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes

And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes

And be this mood such that he is not even looking for anything but simply steps over to his window, a tired man, his gaze alternating between people and sky, and does so unwillingly, his head tilted back slightly...

And I could say oo oo oo
And everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds 

... even then the horses down below will sweep him along in their wake of carts and noise and so eventually into harmony with the human race.

People say I'm crazy
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well that's one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of my shoes

The window on the street
- Franz Kafka (Translation JA. Underwood)

 Songwriters: SIMON, PAUL / SHABALALA, JOSEPH / DP,