Shangrilá

I return to the humidity
So that it kills me before your impiety
City change
And on the bridge I lose another opportunity

I know that I return without words
I bring the taste of the confinement of a hotel
a funny idiot
With the gift of having lost
Much more, uh

I go for a walk
So that the fog makes me fog
I jump one more well
And in the mud I lose my vanity

I want clear windows
I want the afternoon wind in Shangrilá
And on summer nights
I want cabernet and toast
And laugh, uh

Just the deserted avenue
At the end of the day
Just the deserted avenue
You will already be asleep