You know, we were that type of kids
Better in talking, less in writing.
We loved to travel outside even if it rained
Like it hasn't rained for a decade.
And it's lucky that there are holidays, because you come back.
And sleep real close to me, half a blanket.
And your brothers are outside, playing Tag.
So let's go outside now, a cigarette at sunset.
And who'll bring you back to me at this hour?
Who'll watch over us?
I gave up everything, and you're still not here, quit the nonsense.
All of this is for us.
You know, everything seems different nowadays.
And my street has long been different.
The green trees were replaced by such tall buildings.
And all I have left from it all, is longing.
And it's lucky that there are songs so I can flee
To get in deep inside myself
To pray that something good happens to you now
Because you're mine, no matter where you are!
And who'll bring you back to me at this hour?
Who'll watch over us?
I gave up everything, and you're still not here, quit the nonsense.
All of this is for us.