Bicicletas
La Rue Morgue
Bicycles
Those were the times of candies,
unfriendly teachers and sun.
Playing at being grown-ups
hidden in some square.
The unforgiving time passed
And even if you deny your springs,
something in your hair changed.
Anxious, ambitious,
decadent and with bad intentions.
Real life caught you.
Dolls, carousel,
Bicycles, crying in a garden.
From those times
a magician will return.
And even if you deny your springs,
something in your hair changed.
Anxious, ambitious,
decadent and with bad intentions.
Real life caught you.
Dolls, carousel,
Bicycles, crying in a garden.
From those times
a magician will return.
(Crazy times, good riddance)
