It was downstairs from my place
I sometimes dragged my feet there
Enough to have lost sleep over it
Enough to have emptied, emptied, emptied, emptied

There is a place
A sunny terrace
Many people came there to drink
And children came to eat

I spent the evening there, watched the sun go down
Lack of sleep these days
I watched the only girl left dancing
She was fighting something, you could see it in her eyes
Passersby let her live, live
Drunk, under the lights of a bar that just wants to be lively, lively
When the metro wheels stop rolling
As vile as this girl, she stung me like a weever fish

So, I smoked one hookah, a second, a third, a fourth
And I felt the alcohol rise (Fire, fire, fire)
I told myself, "it's now or never"
Every time excuses catch up with me
I always have trouble countering them (always have trouble, yeah)
So I stayed there, fixed, immobile
Pulling on my nicotine stick
To hell with it, I'll make it an obsession
Since this girl is almost unforgettable

There is a place
A sunny terrace
Many people came there to drink
And children came to eat

There is a place (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A sunny terrace
Many people came there to drink (yes, yes, yes, yes)
And children came to eat (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Downstairs from my place, it's not the perfect spot for a crowd bath
The beaches for the kids from the neighborhood, it's a football field
We have a brother who needs us
So we're here, it'll do until tomorrow
Or at least for a moment, a while, to find the kid in him
The one who didn't call for mom
Who didn't settle a dispute without coming to blows

Life slapped him
A second, a third, a fourth
Like the number of drinks taken last night
At the hour when the saddest and dullest people wander there
But tonight I'll go back
To see that girl even more beautiful than yesterday
Just to see her for real
She had disappeared
Girls like that, there aren't ten per street (Strong, strong, strong)

It was downstairs from my place
I sometimes dragged my feet there
Enough to have lost sleep over it
Enough to have emptied bottles

There is a place
A sunny terrace
Many people came there to drink
And children came to eat

I hurt my fingers on shards of broken glass
Blood on the wooden table and on the apron

(Myth Syzer was here)

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