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Picnic in the 4th B

Picnic
Picnic
Picnic
 
There's a woman who can't stop
Talking about glamour
And he only thinks about eating
His forbidden fruit
My majesty has been lost
Among a crowd
Wetting the rug
With its diva dreams
 
Picnic in the 4th B
It's a matter of voltage
Picnic in the 4th B
You got me used to it
 
They're knocking on the door
For the tenth time
Is anyone else coming
When that spent face leaves
And the alcohol goes down
In between the avalance I will be able to stick my nose out
And get out to the street
 
Picnic in the 4th B
It's a matter of voltage
Picnic in the 4th B
You've got me used to it
 
I prefer to wander aimlessly
To cover my room in paper
I thought I changed that sound
 
And here I am
Dancing this damn song
Oh no...This isn't my night
 
Picnic
In the 4th B
Picnic
 
You've got me used to it
 
Picnic (In the 4th B)(In the 4th B)
It's a voltage explosion
 
Picnic
Picnic
 

Broken Dance

The lights burn my face
I can't find you
How can I leave this punishment.
I'm prisoner of a cruel rhythm
Here I am
Cracking
 
There's anarchy in my movements
And at the same time
Someome is controlling them.
My ligaments are falling,
I can't be free without you
 
Give me!
Give me a clue
Some trace
To find you,
I'm dancing a broken dance,
I want to escape
 
The lights burn my hands
With the depression
No one can stop
I'm an absurd grin
Pretending to have fun
Wanting you
 
Give me!
Give me a clue
Some trace
To find you,
I'm dancing a broken dance,
I want to escape.
 
Give me!
Give me a clue
Some trace
To find you,
I'm dancing a broken dance,
I want to escape.
 
Broken dance!
 
Give me
Give me
 
Give me!
Give me a clue
Some trace
To find you,
I'm dancing a broken dance,
I want to escape.
 

In The City Of Fury

You will see me fly
For the city of fury
Where nobody knows about me
And I'm part of everyone
Nothing will change
With a curve warning
On their faces I see fear
There are no fables anymore
In the city of fury
You will see me fall
Like a bird of prey
You will see me fall
On deserted terraces
I will undress you
Through the blue streets
I will take refuge
Before everyone awakens
You will let me sleep at dawn
Between your legs
Between your legs
You will hide well and disappear
Between the fog
Between the fog
A winged man misses the earth
You will see me fly
For the city of fury
Where nobody knows about me
And I'm part of everyone
In the sunlight
My wings melt
I only meet in the dark
What unites me with the city of fury
You will see me fall
Like a wild arrow
You will see me fall
Between fleeting flights
Buenos Aires looks so susceptible
That fate of fury is
What persists in their faces
You'll let me sleep at dawn
Between your legs
Between your legs
You will hide well and disappear
Between the fog
Between the fog
A winged man prefers the night
You will see me back
You will see me back
To the city of fury