Cadete

Good morning, there’s so much noise
That I can’t hear my own voice
I walk and don’t understand
Was I free or am I someone’s?

The buildings are hungry
And lunchtime is coming near
There’s no time, there’s no time, there’s no time
Unless you come here

I can’t make it, it’s late, I can’t sleep
Only streets left that hurt
I talk to myself or to pigeons
They understand everything we hide in our fear

And the trees can’t decide
Whether to die or hang us
There’s no peace, there’s no peace, there’s no peace
Unless you come here