Bacilos
Caraluna
Bacilli
Who says they don't hurt
The footprints in the sand?
The sea took your footprint
But the Moon is still there
But that Moon is my condemnation
Slowly in the morning
Screaming at night
The living voices of memory
They disguise themselves as intuition and
In a voice your voice hides
And in a voice your voice hides
And I know that maybe
You never listen to my song, I know
And I know that maybe
I keep using you like this
Stealing you from my inspiration
As long as I keep seeing your face in the face of the Moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves and among the foam
While I have to change the radio station
Because every song tells me about you, about you, about you
told me about myself
Life hides from me
Behind an unfulfilled promise
Where does some inspiration come from?
Where is another song born from?
And I don't know who is hiding anymore
I no longer know what is hidden
And I know that maybe
You never listen to my song, I know
And I know that maybe
keep using you here
Stealing you from my inspiration
As long as I keep seeing your face in the face of the Moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves and among the foam
While I have to change the radio station
Because every song tells me about you, about you, about you
Oh
As long as I keep seeing your face in the face of the Moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves and among the foam
While I have to change the radio station
Because every song tells me about you, about you, about you
I will continue searching
I will continue to escape
Maybe from you
Maybe from me
I will continue looking for an explanation
To this song, too
As long as I keep seeing your face in the face of the Moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves and among the foam
While I have to change the radio station
Because every song tells me about you, about you, about you
Oh
As long as I keep seeing your face in the face of the Moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves and among the foam
While I have to change the radio station
Because every song tells me about you, about you, about you
told me about you
told me about you
Of you
I told me about you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
