Cold as a pillar of salt
In a glass mausoleum
Dry to the bones from crying
And dead as Tiberius can be in his hucal
All in ruins like the Parthenon ³
Alone as Columbus ended up
Pale as a Mona Lisa
Bitter as a lemon
Wrinkled as an accordion
Like the Sphinx when
He lost his nose
Like Alexander the Great
Without his sword and without his dart
Like a poor Christian in the middle of the Roman Empire
I am looking for something that I can answer
Because I am tired of thinking
How the seconds go by
And I survive this universal flood
Without any further effort the explanation
br/>It appears in an old drawer
And in less than a single fraction
It lives again and dresses its heart in green
It comes back, it comes back eee
Come back, come back eee
That my life slides down the pipe ooh
That my feet from standing have calluses
That I don't know how to tell you that strange
And I've already spent more than a year on these ooh
Come back, come back eee
Come back, come back eee
That my boat is sinking in the mud ooh
That I have bitten myself up to my elbows with anguish
That my world is empty and boring
That I I'm dying to have you here with me ooh
Come back, come back eee
Come back, come back eee