Moreno Songtext
von Emak Bakia

My first propose was, like all my life, the fruit I see in my hand
Try to be cold, so cold, don′t throw my soul out to that windy land
Stay fine, in kind, to spend the time into the bottle lines
Seeing the shine, the pain, made of flesh, of your other life

Then you said "shhh, be quiet" to cut the cut, it ends tonight
The whole red mirrors, red mirrors, like tiger hands
And I let my fear, my cold, my pale skin to lay in contrast
With the tawny blackness, blackness, of your other life


Out of tune like that sad song on stage
I felt out of tune like the clipped sound of your breath
I felt out of tune like the dark town of my birth
I felt out of tune like that sad song on stage
When you said

It's just a souvenir
It′s just a souvenir
It's just a souvenir
It's just a souvenir