My street moves and runs, I endure the city and at night I can't sleep, but I smile:
everything to look good.
In the wheel, in the hole under the gray of the sky and the cry of the rattles, of so much brake, so many crazy people.
I would no longer want to be there.
Crazy, I would no longer want to be there.
Each step on the sidewalk makes me see things, makes me believe that black makes me look good.
My white face lights up.
My bed sleeps for me in the dust ¨ere days of 36 hours or more 30 thieves and 6 beers.
Nothing to stay proud of.
Everything to stay there, but...
I'll swap the colors and will move the summers to expand my moods and breathe better.
In my insomnia, in my bath, in my bed, I know that my heart and my mind turn to her.
br/>I have it in my being.
Every day it's the same refrain: every minute I pray that life gives me wings.
Without any "can -being”.
She, without any “but”…
I will interchange the colors and move the summers to expand my moods and breathe better.
I will interchange the colors and move the summers to expand my moods and breathe better.
In the wheel, in the hole under the gray of the sky and the cry of the rattles of so many brake, so many fools.
I wouldn't want to be there anymore