Espaloian
Itoiz
In the street
You were hiding at night
Everything had to be so simple.
There you are again,
It's your postcard.
Never being so close
to that person,
the risk of making a beautiful
mistake.
We are here...we
we walk through the dark streets, the bright faces
...and no ...
... we don't believe,
... we don't believe,
There is a star in the sky
that dies in the spark.
Quietly there
facing the road.
There you are in the street
at the red traffic light
because you entered a hole...
