In the outskirts on a roof
I watch the city mute
And hide
In this endless summer night
I'm waiting for those late night calls
Where we always proved
Each other
We kept hanging on
Where we survived our cowardice
And we overcame disgrace
We'll wander witch a spray can
And the same old words to paint
Lost dogs of the working cla**
Against the hourgla**
Those records straightly spoke to us
Learning about new countries in the globe
We point our fingers
To the non discovered – yet land...
Where we survived our cowardice
And we overcame disgrace
We'll wander witch a spray can
And the same old words to paint
Because if we don't remember the past
Then future broken
Because present is stolen