I'm city romantic and i know how it looks like. I like to stand alone on the rooftop or on the rock spike. Would you like to trip with me to the mystery New Zeland? To revolutionary Cuba, or to Jamaican rastamans?
Come on, let's go, my dreaming friend. We'll be forever young we'll be together after all and after end of time!
And we can lay together on the grass or on the cloud let's fight with our bad mood and be forever drunk!
From dreaming to the real life you've come, or you have fallen? Who knows why are you crying, and why the blood inside is boiling?