Infiernos
Panteón Rococó
Hells
Midnight express looking at the horizon
A sense of nostalgia is in the air upon arriving in Berlin
My eyes half close
My soul falls asleep
This missing you truly has no end
I feel like reaching out to you, maybe you're not that far
Perhaps at some point you'll finally respond
What am I doing in this place?
Why am I wandering?
What are you doing there so far from me?
A smoke of nostalgia escapes from my pores
A sip of beer to wet the future
Traveling to many places searching among the people
To see if in one of those you appear around
Jumping on stage looking to find you
Watching as the venue burns upon leaving
And so from the flames of S O Sechsunddreibig
Burning with desire I started to write
And so from this hell I look at you crying
Screaming this eternal love
This absurd city will make sense again
When all of this has been forgotten
One night in April
One night in April
One night in April
One night in April
The midnight express is taking its course
The last stop will be at the end of the world
And so time passes taking me further
Further and further far away from here
And I wander far away, far from your arms
So I no longer remember what it feels like to be there
The midnight express is taking its course
The last stop will be at the end of the world
And so from this hell I look at you
Crying, screaming this eternal love
This absurd city will make sense again
When all of this has been forgotten
And so, here burning
I caress you every night, throwing my voice to the wind
And when the moon falls and the stars die
I want to die with them too
One night in April
One night in April
One night in April
One night in April
One night in April
One night in April
One night in April
One night in April
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