I breath in and out leaving no doubt
The air is as dry as my shoes worn out.
We leave our bar but weÒ‘re in a good mood
And like the friendly cockroach looking for food.
But thereÒ‘s something more about this town,
Churches and legends all around
And as we finally arrive the mom is still crying for her child.
Legends are dust, believe if you must.
Working without permission or doubt
In the best team around this town
Girls at the bar stealing your heart
Come with me for a brand new start
In the cathedral all the saints
Are looking down at me, this place
Should be as red as all the hands
Of those who died and worked this land
Forced to do their job, in the name of god
And we will listen while he speaks
ItÒ‘s a long, long cigarette
When it comes to hot food I am weak
Like the girl that had slapped her girlfriend in the face
Right at the disco oh that place
It is all filled with love and hate
And those still looking for a date
Honesty and trust
Believe if you must