We closed a day with a slam you missed the place, the wind whistled again we met again breathing the coffee we knew the morning would rise. The night will be long and still we'll return, go to bed, laugh and cry when the lips and the coffee will meet we will know that the morning will rise. And we will live in happiness and poverty up to this very day and we will live and you'll be like me like this or like that, life on the edge. (x2) We opened a day, a dream full of dust fate is dictated, we're missing luck rushing to run, needing to earn a living otherwise we'd die or hope for a miracle. We passed another day, another minute the sun is so beautiful at dusk birds fly to a warmer place only you and I will remain forever. And we will live in happiness and poverty... |