I don't have lots of cash,
But enough for me to buy you an ice cream,
For us to go on a walk,
And for you to whisper to me in the waves of the ocean.
I've taken some days from the border
And I put some behind the door, on ice
For cloudy weather,
So that we can have them when the movie of life passes.
We have rockets, like on the news,
Fueled by memories
With them, we reach the sky
When we comprehend each other on the ground.
I've stolen the stars of all the days of summer,
Now the Milky Way seems like just a country road,
I prefer to be a jerk
Someone who steals nights so that you make him happy.
Of thousands of stories,
Ours are linked by a thread,
We know our contents,
When others judge us by our covers.
In our back pockets,
We hide from humanity,
Secret document,
We are millionaires in crypto-love.
Let me be your lifeline,
When your world is in the process of demolition,
Let your dreams fly,
I promise, we'll catch them somewhere around the sun.