It's the street of songs
It's the street of pleasure
Where, in all the homes,
Without rhymes, nor reason,
We sing in full voice,
Soon the sun rises
Everyone is happy
And each, in turn,
In the grey of the suburbs
Inventes the blue sky
That we never meet
The unfortunate loves
We love, we don't love
We kiss, we go
We sing, and then there you go.
You, the disenchanted,
That cry without reason,
To learn to sing
Come all to live
In the Street of Songs
It will tighten
A little bit of all
Something for three
And when there in two
Luxury and comfort, it doesn't matter us
Not much needed in the street of cicadas.
It's the street of songs
It's the street of pleasure
Where, in all the homes,
Without rhymes, nor reason,
We sing in full voice,
Soon the sun rises
Everyone is happy
And each, in turn,
In the grey of the suburbs
Inventes the blue sky
That we never meet
The unfortunate loves
We love, we don't love
We kiss, we go
We sing, and then there you go.
You, the disenchanted,
That cry without reason,
To learn to sing
Come all to live
In the Street of Songs
It will tighten
A little bit of all
Something for three
And when there in two
Luxury and comfort, it doesn't matter us
Not much needed in the street of cicadas.