You see, I'm crazy and it's past 3 o'clock
I know that it's wrong to break windows of a block of flats
To find you and tell you "there'll be no more reproaches"
I'm trying to show you that what I have is real
I wanted to rent a great singer, and the truth is I got scared when I read those prices.
You won't be able to hate me
I only wanted to show
That I'd risk it all to get to know you
Because the fear in the end it fell, in the end it passed.
Look down below, I've got a special band
Two hundred sleepwalkers who whistle from fear
Dark-skinned flutists, six drummers, two one-handed men, and ghosts of the night that I found in the city
Like this strange man with a black didgeridoo, who's struggling to breathe and even more nervous than me
You won't be able to hate me
If I've made it even worse
Then put down your lips and make me silent
If not we'll all start to whistle
In case anyone's still sleeping
Fires of snow and heat, and heat
Sometimes you get past it, fires of snow and heat, and heat
And if it seems that we like to fight,
It's just the opposite: it makes us stronger
You won't be able to get past this
You won't be able to get past this