Anna like so many others
Anna, beautiful Anna
Anna with the look that's fading out
Τοuchy Anna.
It will leave someday, it will leave.
The district's star.
Anna with the girlfriends
Closes her eyes and she knows it.
Mark floating in his clothes,
Mark, a heart that's burning.
With his mother and his sister,
And his joyless life.
But when the streets get dark,
He runs to find the gang
Mark with his best friends
Mark the macho man in the district.
The moon is a ball in the sky's billiard
And the stars are countless on flipper's window
Mark in a bar
He doesn't know where to go
He graps the unlocked accelerator
And heads to the town
On Saturday Anna goes dancing,
Mark gallops on the stage.
The dance club is awful,
A homosexual is looking at him with passion.
But you that you know everything, tell me,
Which is the way to the stars?
They look at each other, talk, laugh
Talk with their hands
And start to fly embraced
In the dizziness.
Like an american comedy
This week went by.
But America seems farther away
On the other bank of the moon
She gets closer while chasing them
With a laughter that freezes their blood.
The moon reaches out,
Grabs them by the shoulder.
With a bunch of stars
It goes down the road.
Sick moon,
Spills on the road.
A dog that's passing by,
Barks and shoves off.
Anna wants to die,
Mark is dreaming of other places.
Someone saw them wandering holding hands.