Nor Does It Call If The Back Seat Turns Rave
If I repeated this sound several times
From here to 4's window dishes will shake all over the street
For those who sleep dream who lives realizes And I raise the level
For those who sleep, dream
Whoever lives accomplishes all this fucking
From me, one can expect everything
Except what you're thinking now
And the summary is much more than a long story to tell
It's the taste of displeasure, and the dawn
It's like a vodka-like kiss
Because I learned early to run away from logic
Have as greater fear the methodical routine
And I saw that the secret of a solid life
It's breaking statistics, let the world spin
Have you ever wondered if I'd stop in those rainy days
Where the mud got in the way and the sun insisted on shining?
Life frightened more than the dark alley
But provoking me madness is just another gift
If the back seat turns rave
If I've repeated this sound several times
From here to four is crockery
Window will tremble in the whole street
For he who sleeps, dreams Who lives, realizes
For those who sleep, dream
Who lives, realizes And I raise the level
I don't know what you think
I'm going after what matters
Today I win the world and then a yellow V12
Live your dream and fuck insomnia
Back seat is Babylon
Another resident of this long gypsy life, carai!
Troubled trailer, the firm changes the scene
Uncertain of losing in the game, when in love is already won
If the back seat turns rave
If I've repeated this sound several times
From here to four is crockery
Window will tremble in the whole street
For those who sleep, dream
Who lives, realizes And I raise the level
For those who sleep, dream
Who lives, realizes And I raise the level