Sitting in a fashionable place that is called Angels Café
Which is facing to the white, great cathedral.
Having a Finnish pie, in it salmon, rice, plus a cup of coffee.
So here I am wandering alone in Helsinki.
Getting in touch with the mystic and people is my fantasy.
Who is going to see me first at the edge of the Baltic Sea
And who will wake me up from my analysing philosophy?
Meeting with an Angels in the Café could be fun
But if I see a Dracula lady oh, gosh, I will run.
Let’s have another cup of tea until the angel gets ready,
Ready for an endless dream or facing the reality.
Without a manly thrill those Angels may fall in fear
Plus without fighting with a manly devil
Angels’ mission for humans cannot be clear.
All those dozen ladies around me, chitty chatty chatting,
I hope it is not about their past-time sin,
In front of the white church that is not the right thing.
All holy men around the church dome are watching us
So ladies behave yourselves, don’t mention your sinful pasts
Or gossip quietly so God’s men can’t hear,
If you are angels, you may touch gently their beards.
This is my humanist advice that I hope you will hear,
As a sinless man of angels I have no fear.
Still without a manly frill and thrill
Your artistic ability cannot put men on your burning grill.
Are you angel, devil or an earthly real?
Whatever you are, the wondering man likes to see your skill.