Valentin: There's a cobblestone street And a little red door And three flights up is Marta Waiting there is Marta
Prisoners: Over the wall Over the wall
Valentin: And I still can see us lying together Talking, smoking, lying together Helps me through So I close my eyes And I hear her step And I know she's come to hold me So, my senses stir
Prisoners: Over the wall
Valentin: But it's never ever her It's just a dream of her
Prisoners: Over the wall Over the wall Over the wall
Valentin: So I close my eyes And I hear her step And I know she's come to hold me So, my senses stir
Prisoners: Over the wall Over the wall
Valentin: But it's never ever her It's just a dream of her
Prisoners: And I wonder If I'll ever see them again
