Love of bread and fire
love of saltiness
Advertisements will drown us and empty
cans of beer
Where do I travel you
Glass shards and tin
have filled the years
with executed months
[repeat]
Love of bread and rain
love on the balconies
On the asphalt you’ll see blood
and plastic petrol cans
Where do I travel you
Glass shards and tin
have filled the years
with executed months
[repeat]