I look for a place in this city
where to hide from the flow that takes me.
A lava river that destroys everything
I float on boredom, a dark travel to hell.
I look for that place.
Tell me the truth, I have little:
I wanted to get lost, to run away forever, to start flying.
Autumn rain that comes late,
make the grass grow in the sand surrounding me.
Tell me the truth.
And discover that something moves next to me;
and decide where to go on the march;
and wake up, open the eyes and find,
that nothing is the same, the same, the same.
I look for a shelter, in the road,
where hours pass alone and have sense.
Come to my bed, sleep with me,
get in my dreams because I lost myself time ago.
Come to my bed, sleep with me
Come to my bed, sleep with me
Come to my bed, sleep with me
Come to my bed, sleep with me