Testo: Cibelle. The Shine Of Dried Electric Leaves. City People.

City people down the street
Dressed in black
Dressed in black

And foreheads weep under the burning sun
Smiles rising as they come out

Foreheads weep under the pointing time
Smiles rising as they come out
The buildings for the wind as I play dream
And I play dream

City people
Dressed in black
Walking down with lonely faces
Show me how
My life embraces me under the sun, under the sun
And guide me to other places
That all the places, that all the places feem
Like memory

I'm walking ??? thinking verses that start where I see
I write and talk, checking the sky and the height of
People in a black suit
People walking down the street
They seem to notice me riding high on my dreams

City people down the streets dressed in black
And the foreheads weep under the burning sun that embraces me
Smiles rising as they come out the buildings for the wind

As I play dream
As I play dream
As I play dream
As I play dream