Sneakers and me
Sneakers and me
Sneakers and me

My colorful sneakers walked many a mile.
They always faithfully kept up with me.
They walked over the earth, they walked over heaven and they even saw hell.
But though they knocked at its door,
they didn’t want to stay there.
They turned around and walked on further.
Toward the flowery meadows and trees of green.
Because the shape of my steps follows my sneakers.
I know where they are going and therefore I’m going with them.
They are colorful, full of joy
and they smile to me taking me by the hand.
We are like a word uttered at one time.
And like music which sounds at the bottom of the heart.
We are identity.