You carry me, you lift me up
and no lights on the traffic signals
You take me, you unravel me
us on the asphalt
Through the ventilation duct
And through your sunglasses
I see your hands coming, they are on fire
And run down the lines of the hand
Running remembering the shortcuts
There will be no one who knows where to find us
You take me, I go awake
There are flowers on the roofs
You take me, without realizing
we go past the puddles
Strike the air in our faces
The smashing sounds on the radio
And dogs in a pack are on our trail
And run down the lines of the hand
Running remembering the shortcuts
There will be no one who knows where to find us
And run down the lines of the hand, oh-oh-oh-oh
Running remembering the shortcuts
There will be no one who knows where to find us