Wet the bread on the empty plate
And you turn off the television
You open the window and look outside
The city is waiting for you somewhere
You go out to the street and you get to the wall
Where they all end
Where the sea begins
You count the steps back home
And turn on the television
You fall asleep
And when the hymn begins
You go to bed, you will dream
* Luna, something is happening
I'm feeling that this time
They are leaving me alone
At least only ... like the night
( Repeat * )
Moon
Wet your face like any day
And you go without shaving
You buy the press
And you notice that to the world
Your face has changed
For good or bad
And you keep walking
And you go to the wall
Where they all end
Where the sea begins
( * )... night
Wet the bread on the empty plate
And you turn off the television
You go out to the street and you go to the wall
Where there is always someone
Where the sea begins
Only among all we can make this a better place :)