Do you remember when you left?
Not a a penny in your pockets
a withered flower lost in a field
hidding like a murderer
and you wanted the music in your life
maybe the only one you had in your fingers
ups and downs between laughings and tears
these big steps with many crazy guys
when you reach far away
to look for a job is not a very strange thing
I would pass over these things
when you are left alone like "Cast Away"
and were looking for any good ideas
and you said: where are my parents?
and your mother says: how are you?
and you, on the phone "Mamy, you'll see
when I will be once more there,
this boy coming back to the south
and I'll tell you more"
The day that I come back
I’ll sing under the stars,
the day that I come back.
How about my town, bro?
It didn’t change but
under the stars I will sing.
Now that everything has changed
you would like go back, but how do you feel?
Among several scares left in your head
who knows what are you going to invent tomorrow
and just twenty are left
of a thousand you had
of a million you had
how many of them still remain?
Press the microphone close to the heart
the hand to the gang watching the lord
we were boys
I lived in order to to find connections
hand stained with black, but time while passing signed the palaces
now the notes are translating steps
thousand times exuding stones,
these steps are pushing me hard
crates become rocks in the night.
When I am there once more,
this boy that will come back to the south,
and I will tell you more.
The day that I come back
I will sing under the stars
The day that I come back.
How about my town, bro?
It didn’t change but
under the stars I will sing
Each time I come back down and I watch the sun
I remember, bro, who I am and then I feel good.
Among working people for paying their rent
but from my stereo, bro, this song is pumping up
The day that I come back
under the stars I will sing
The day that I come back
How about my town, bro?
It didn't change but
under the stars I will sing.