Here I am (no picture of your face)

Here I am, back again in this too long road

Wind and night, against four wings on the run

Ponds and cheese, a clock and so many toads

Snaky river by the way, here comes the sun.

Here I am, back again in this old country

Flat and wide, the hollow plain runs away

Stake of past wars gave a twin identity

Southern workers' promised land, for better days.

Just a smile, puppet for fakes

Just a tile, hiding mistakes

Simple tears, so it appears

But I got no trace, no picture of your face.

Here I am, back again in this little town

Where still fly, these old and bad crazy dreams

Present lost it mind under the dirty past down

Future seems never happens, like theatre scenes.

Here I am, back again in this tiny street

Yellowish, streets-lamps turn her red car into brown

My palms clenched on the wheel, sat in my seat

Just blind and deaf, memories take me down.

Just a smile, puppet for fakes

Just a tile, hiding mistakes

Simple tears, so it appears

But I got no trace, no picture of your face

No future of your trace, no picture of your face.