Losing trains in the rain
only someone who does not know me awaits me
I grope for the next refuge
I no longer believe in happiness ads
they are not going to stop all the questions
although they are the same and from the same
the memory is overriding of prestidijitador
the south is my north, I said that already
<< chorus >>
virgin of the crimson, patroness of the sea
paradise lost somewhere
smuggling of love in alcavévan
childhood loft and spark plugs for pain
someone loves me, someone destroys me
windows or mirrors, broken or open
I was born with the gilles de la tourette syndrome
the rest is the north wind and the east wind
chorus x1
dark waves that prevent your return
the helpless need for conjugal love
I really prefer it to be the others
those who have fun and have a good time
chorus x1
<< bridge >>
spark plugs give me for the pain
bridge x3
Only among all we can make this a better place :)