My shining hour has come upon me here
The moment lingers
Reflections, of the river passing by
Reflections, of the place between
Where do we go?
Not sure if I know
But still in
(Hey, look there...so strange...)
Through the walls, I can hear them
Small cheroot, black hat, cold eyes
(Malpaso man)
Pointed boots, no heart,
(Move up) To a different sound
(Move up) To a higher
I really don't know much better
There's nothing I can tell
Lost amongst the crowd
On the torso's pumping iron
A man with
See him move across the burning sand in the day
New styles
New shapes
New modes
That's the role my passion takes!
Oh my
Shall we?
Yes, go on
No, you
Alright
Wake up
They're moving
They still see me
T
The siren screams to start the dayYou get up early
Deperir a gris - deperir a gris.One man on a
My painted face is chipped and chackedMy mind seems to
Travelling with no destinationno place to go.Nameless towns with faceless
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