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.
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...