This troubled city
I'm under its spell
I often wander the streets at night
With shades and lights
And deaf stars sleeping in every puddle
Place of wonders, empire of sin
A journey across the land of dream
Corners of the streets full of magic
Full of young, drunk lovers
It makes me feel I don't need
A different picture of reality
It makes me feel I don't need
A different picture of reality
It makes me feel I don't need
A different picture of reality
It makes me feel I don't need
A different picture of reality
In a city of high, in a city of low
The dusk is getting more and more invisible
In a city of high, in a city of low
The dusk is getting more and more invisible
This troubled city
It has me hypnotized
I laugh, I cry among the neon lights
With shades and lights
And many young, drunk lovers
It makes me feel I don't need
A different picture of reality
It makes me feel I don't need
A different picture of reality
It makes me feel I don't need
A different picture of reality
It makes me feel I don't need
A different picture of reality
In a city of high, in a city of low
The dawn is getting more and more invisible
In a city of high, in a city of low
The dawn is getting more and more invisible
In a city of high, in a city of low
The dawn is getting more and more invisible
In a city of high, in a city of low
The dawn is getting more and more invisible