Answer the most important question
What do you think my mother tells me?
She doesn't understand anything
Of who I am,
Of how I walk down the street
She didn't see me by chance
When I had my face on the ground
And tell me if you remember my hands
You think you're right
You don't understand anything
Go and buy cigarettes
I don't want to go that road
I think I will return in time
Before they reject me
Come on, turn the fucking radio up
DJ, smash this past
Slip off your skin and feel the night
The echo of when you lose your temper
you call me in the evening and I answer at seven
Come on, turn the fucking radio up
DJ, smash this past
Slip off your skin and feel the night
The echo of when you lose your temper
you call me in the evening and I answer at seven
I've got the guitar
You hear this voice
The meadows are in bloom
I respond (I've got the guitar)
To the most important question
(you hear this voice)
What I am and how I can
walk down the street
(the meadows are in bloom)
And tell me if I ruined your plans
(I've got the guitar)
Close the door to the house
I beg you to let me go
(you hear this voice)
And I tell myself to stay calm
The right time comes by chance
I think I'll return in time
(the meadows are in bloom)
Come on, turn the fucking radio up
DJ, smash this past
Slip off your skin and feel the night
The echo of when you lose your temper
you call me in the evening and I answer at seven
Come on, turn the fucking radio up
DJ, smash this past
Slip off your skin and feel the night
The echo of when you lose your temper
you call me in the evening and I answer at seven