Jean
Let's talk about the record times, oh no!
I know is sad, is this life better now?
than the full moonshine
and graciously, we lose control.
Enjoy the sound
respect the sun, Morning
Come close to me and try the colours of our walls
between black and grey
and now: let's talk about Jean
Jean is a place, we're born, we meet...if you could remember this.
The trees, the air, the time, the waves, the floor, your face...looking at me.
But alone in this town, all I've said has been lost.
Writer/s: Manfel