Under a palm tree in the center of Alexander Platz
We took our time to decide
With the philosophy of the great Snaporaz
We chose that we didn't want to get off
From this carousel that makes us turn our heads
And what keeps us in orbit
Inside a jungle on a Parisian roof
While I admired your butterfly wings
We imagined being happy
Like two children owning a star
In a tropical fever at the south pole
I dreamed of my old men smiling by the sea
As they watched my boat go away
Blessing my broken inside the heart
Why? every time brings with it a sorrow
Why? every day brings inside a p? of love
That keeps us in orbit
Inside a Mexican restaurant in Shanghai
I imagined less waste of pain
I saw Hokusai's wave hanging on the wall
It reminded me that anything can? change
On this carousel that makes our heads spin
And that keeps us in orbit
The night has a thousand doors
And in the head there is? a city? whole
That blows and that breathes
That suffers and that attracts you
More and more? inside
More and more? at the center
More and more? in the middle until you can no longer distinguish it? the border
Between your skin and the sky
Between what is? to pieces and what? entire
The night has a thousand eyes
You think you're looking and you're looked at
These are "rock'n'roll" times
That leaves you breathless
Records fall at Olympics
Everything is overcome in a second
And in every world there is? inside a world
That has inside a world that has inside a world
There are weapons in supermarkets
and they put the "beeps" in the "fuck you"
They continually tell us that no one? safe
But I already knew this?
And it's not? never been a good excuse
To barricade myself inside the house
The television on and the door closed

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