Sweet lips, do you remember those days between the covers?
The stereo always had "A song for you"
We thought we just cared
We only traveled with our heads "With a Deca" in your pocket
burned out generation not at all tamed
was looking for a "reckless life" on the street
was it school time now? melancholy
flashes of demonstrations and escapes from the police
hypocrisy was fought with irony
the growing choirs wanted "Maria Maria"
I dreamed of fame a new plot
of the days best for my "Dear Mama"
then that story ended and a new life
thanks to a sheet of paper, a pencil and "One more moment"
to really reflect and understand who I was
and now that "waiting for the sun" I look at the sky and see black...
RIT: Do you know how bad it hurts?!
Heal me a little?
turn up the stereo
I just want a p? of peace tell me that you want me
and the radio will play?
just for us
Too many times everything runs and only a maybe? what you have
you barely keep the time you are cold inside and around only troubles
it happens to many you know in how many songs you will find
anger and tears of broken hearts like you
play for me just for me
Where's the music? my star?
is he looking for me or waiting for me?
plays for me only for me
like you never did
plays for me only for me
like friends the wind that sings
and the street that dances
plays until? can you
give me love why? now...
The years pass for men
the trees and the cities?
while for songs we have
another concept of age?
"l 'emotion has no voice' and I will never have one?
"No woman no cry" you already know?
I take a notebook
and write how I feel
when I can hardly breathe
while I think back
how many friends have ended up with their heads boiled
lost in search
of a "promised land"
why? the journey becomes
every day more? hard
slams another door in your face and yet another "fuck you"
I assure you that sometimes you just can't help yourself
and you're giving up on everyone and everything like "Mary" did
Do you know the war on the news by now? normal
isn't it? beautiful "General" only hurts
we deal with a world turned upside down
shocked with our hands to our faces
we ask ourselves if "God is dead"
where did he come from
or how does he do it
isn't there? no one who knows
takes you straight to the hearts
of people
a p? of freedom?

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