Wake up, darling
I had a bad dream now
I dreamed that had people out there
knocking on the gate, what a suffering
It was the dura¹, in a very dark car
Oh my goodness!
Call, call, go call
Call, call the thief, call the thief
Wake up, darling
It wasn’t a bad dream
There are people at the stairwell already
making a mess, what a suffering
They are the men
And I’m here standing in my pajamas
I don’t like humiliate myself
Call, call, go call
Call, call the thief, call the thief
If I take some months (to come back)
Shall you suffer, sometimes
But if I don’t come back after a year
Put your best clothes
And forget me
Wake up, darling
that the thing is harsh and it doesn’t rests
If you run the thing catches you
If stays I don’t know
Attention
Don’t delay
One day may be your time
Don’t discuss for nothing, don’t protest
Cry out, go call, call, call
Call the thief, call the thief, call the thief
(Don’t forget the brush, the soap and the guitar)