Por La Mañana, Temprano
Viva Belgrado
In the Morning, Early
In the morning, early, I think of you
When the sheets are still warm
I feel gravity pushing me
The weight of the days
Inertia trapping me
And I try to write it down
I try to jot it down
But the words slip away from me
To say something nice
Like doubts last as long as your dress
I feel gravity pushing me
The weight of the days
Inertia dragging me
And yeah, the smoke caresses my senses
But inside I’m hurting
It’s a temporary need
To contract, expand
To find and surrender
Question everything, question everything
If life is the meaning itself
Or how far the words can be true to me
And I remember the skyscraper
The incredible views
Your orange bike
The mall
The Chinese bars
The prostitutes in Nakano
That bar, the imported wine, the champagne
And Tokyo feels small once again
The night feels small once again
