It was in a neighborhood of the city of light
Where it is always black or there is never air...
And the winter like the summer here it is always cold
She was in the stairwell
Him next to her her next to him
It was night
and she said to him...
Here it is dark
there is no air
The winter like the summer it is always cold
The sun of the good God does not shine on our side
He has too much to do in the rich neighborhoods
Hold me in your arms
Kiss me
Kiss me for a long time
Kiss me
It will be too late
Our life is now
Here we die all
of hot of cold
We are choked frozen
There is no air
If you ceased to kiss me
I think I would die choked
You're fifteen I'm fifteen
To us its been thirty
In thirty years we are no longer children
We have the right to work
We were the ones kissing
Later it will be too late
Our life is now
Kiss me...