Walking in the morning sun
My pockets are empty now
I don't have anything
Only dirty black boots
And a little flower in hands
Looking to the city
Cabs, buildings, people
A rocket goes in the sky
My mind flies
Butterflies balance in space
An old wall in my face
A chair floats in a spiral
Flowers on my shirt on an afternoon in the neighborhood
And as I walk through the city streets
I remember that a dessert is waiting for me at home...
à ... A dessert...
Yeah... A dessert...
Yeah... A dessert...
Yeah... A dessert...