The lovers pass from bed to bed
In hotels, on parking lots
To flee all that melancholy
The heart of cities looks awful
Cases of the blues, phone calls
Everything will start again in the spring
Except for the indelible love
Dreams pile up in the metros
The skyscrapers look down upon us
Like a bird under the bars
I'm not well in the head, mama
I lost the taste for parties, mama
Look at what your daughter has done, mama
I find no sense in my quest, mama
At the time where the bars fill up
That's the same time where hearts empty themselves
These nights where promises are made
Just as quickly as they fade away
Cases of the blues, phone calls
Everything will start again in the spring
Except for the indelible love
Dreams pile up in the metros
The skyscrapers look down upon us
Like a bird under the bars
I'm not well in the head, mama
I lost the taste for parties, mama
Look at what your daughter has done, mama
I find no sense in my quest, mama