The night cuts in half
The soul of the city
You who have full eyelids
Of romantic swear words

A radio plays, ah
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na, ah
I write it on the dust
It will happen, stop here

View from the window, hey you
The moon looks like another lampshade
Outside it's gasoline, the light walks, it's morning
Yes, but

Still a slow movement
Then you call a taxi
Around here we do it quickly
To stay up late

Still a slow movement
Summer in a single drop
Among the rain that brushes us
The red sky, coca-cola

(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) until tomorrow
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) until tomorrow
(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) until tomorrow
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Short dress, calle maravilla
Few words, you speak my language
And the torrid heat on-on the back
And at dawn the hangover from last night

Alleys of Andalusia
Thoughts without poetry
Left on the cars
Where are we going? Always here

View from the window, hey you
The moon looks like another lampshade
Outside it's gasoline, the light walks, it's morning
Yes, but

Still a slow movement
Then you call a taxi
Around here we do it quickly
To stay up late

Still a slow movement
Summer in a single drop
Among the rain that brushes us
The red sky, coca-cola

(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) until tomorrow
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) until tomorrow
(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) until tomorrow
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

And you're in my mind
Like a snake that coils
People among people
Fleeting moment, blink of an eye

A scene from Almodovar
Yes, maybe I'll call you, maybe
Skin on skin, a sip of sails
But it goes away
(It goes away)

Still a slow movement
Then you call a taxi
Around here we do it quickly
To stay up late

Still a slow movement
Summer in a single drop
Among the rain that brushes us
The red sky, coca-cola

(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) until tomorrow
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) until tomorrow
(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) until tomorrow

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