Els Ocells

Look at the birds
How they notice that winter is coming
How they notice that winter is coming

They go looking for warmer places
Other places
And they fly over deserts and savannas
And crystal clear oases
A synchrony in the turn
That only arises from instinct

Look at the birds
How they notice that winter is coming
How they notice that winter is coming
And a song that I recognize perfectly
That is the same as always
That you have a phone number in your agenda
You know you can always call me
In case you feel cold one evening
A specific emergency
And even though I was supposed to stay home
I cross the whole city
Streets, traffic lights, taxis, flickers
Sometimes it has worked out for me

Look at the birds
They have already arrived, summer is back
They have already arrived, summer is back
Both in bed
Slowly you fall asleep
Little by little
And now comes the moment when you tell me to stay
That this time you see it so clearly
That I could be the man who picks you up when you finish work
I who know the end of the comedy
That at your house I have used more than one toothbrush
I might as well wear a sign that says: Idiot
Because I end up staying

Here the paradox is damn frustrating
If you stop to think
That we made everything fly through the air
Trying to love each other
That you and I have been happiest
Is when we have used each other
With premeditation, with treachery
And always under the cover of night