The road gets tangled in your hair
the street lights explode like headlights in your eyes
your heart tastes like asphalt and prayers.
The road gets tangled in your hair
the street lights explode like headlights in your eyes
your heart tastes like asphalt and prayers
and cars that passing through no longer watch
and let your hair down in the mud if you can.
Retie once more your doubts to my shoes
if then you don’t believe me
if you don’t believe me.
My flaws still hold up the sky
the hands fits together forming skyscrapers
glue your apologies well so you will not fall
sharp nails withstand cutting crystals
dry my thoughts with the breath of the last trees,
light me up at night the signs of the most beautiful memories,
grant me peace and trains with no more wagons
and point to my eyes like a tram without headlights
run me down with light if you don’t see me on my feet.
You are my town
You are my town
That scares me in the night
And lulls me to sleep in the morning
and reminds me that I’m many people,
one among many people,
when you want to feel
the thrill of the others on you
because you are the town
you are my town
The houses are opening their legs to foreigners
and the churches are women's mouths with rifles hanging ;
the factories are old Indians sending signals
the smoke carries away the last leftovers.
Conceal me from the others, your teeth are so comfortable
and spit me out when you’d hang your clothes
and wash me in the river if you still want to wear me
and roll up my sleeves when it's raining from the walls
and blow me on the world almost as if I were wind.
You are my town
You are my town
that scares me in the night
and lulls me to sleep in the morning
and that reminds me I’m many people,
I'm one among many people
when you want to feel
the thrill of the others on you
because you are the town
you are my town
which gets coloured in the night
while the alleys are black
and only then you just remember your very nature
and you need me at least a little
in order to feel less alone,
in order to feel like a town
that still keeps switched on.
You are my town
you are my town
that scares me in the night
and makes me sleep in the morning
and that reminds me that I’m many people,
one among many people
when you want to feel
the thrill of the others on you
because you are the town
you are my town
which gets coloured in the night
while the alleys are black
and only then you just remember your very nature
and you need me at least a little
in order to feel less alone,
in order to feel like a town
that still keeps switched on.
You are my town
you are my town
you are my town.