Sport
helsinki 1952
We are the dirt, shadows of the shadows
Too many people (hiding the sun) at the window
Sometimes it feels like air is missing
No light comes into the basement
Our eyes got used to the darkness
Sometimes it feels like light is missing
But it feels good cause weâre all right here
And weâre dancing cause no oneâs leaving
When the night ends, sun will be rising
Iâm still complaining, and Andréâs laughing
Iâm still complaining
André keeps laughing