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Los Náufragos

fino a farti ridere Questo bambino ci salvera' piange per dirci che sa Dalla noia nascon fiori unici Che notte splendida Per delle iene ridere Come naufragare

A bird flew out of Lapland An eagle from the North East One wing ruffled the water And the other swept the sky It's tail skimmed the sea It flutters

Sinking ships, watching them sail and the sun as sinks in the sea. Crashing planes, only the eyes of the doomed with a smile on their face. So I

I'm part of a problem thats out of my own fucking hands I'm shipwrecked in a city that grows colder by the second when this air I breathe is so undesirable

There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping Through the lights of beacon street And if you listen you can hear her weeping

There is a road that meets the road That goes to my house And how the green grows there And we've got special boots To beat the path to my house And

And here I dreamt I was a soldier And I marched the streets of birkenau And I recall in spring The perfume that the air would bring To the indolent town

Take a long drive with me On California one, California one Take a long drive with me On California one, California one... And the road a-winding goes

They've come to find you, Odalisque As the light dies horribly On a fire escape you walk All rare and resolved to drop And when they find you, Odalisque