5 am
and a cat runs over the roof.
The first tram, short summer nights.
Cargo planes always start in madness,
trucks from Almeria finally arrive.
And there, a freight train,
a siren, ambulance or police.
Oh yeah, the pigeons coo too,
and my dog dreams
that he would be dangerous.
All right, no questions -- every thing is okay,
even the most precious moments pass by.
I understand, on the contrary -hey-
that doesn't hurt anymore.
I don't take these sights anymore.
Very exactly, I don't take these songs anymore.
Since I was sensible,
everything was Rock & Roll.
Everything was active and unplanned.
Without a compass, here and there.
A burning bridge,
full pipes, no prisoners, no return.
I know, some went wrong,
but what should it be called? That was the deal/
What remains at the end of the day is true,
is the knowledge: the way is the endpoint.
All right, no questions -- every thing is okay,
even the most precious moments pass by.
It's clear, on the contrary -hey-
that doesn't hurt anymore.
I don't take these sights anymore.
Very exactly, I don't take these songs anymore.
Some sights will never be forgotten,
they are like holographic photos.
Define the rest by Aristotle,
wise man, already more than
2000 years old.
Exactly.
No, no, no questions -- everything is okay,
even the most precious moments pass by.
I understand, on the contrary -hey-
that doesn't hurt anymore.
I don't take these sights anymore,
exactly; I don't take these sights anymore.