I'm on the run, but I don't know exactly where it came from.It just happened to be like that.If I'm not mistaken, the tank was just fullwhen the left side of the road turned into a gai.We learn from it, and you too,about this city with its people and its little stories,which start pretty funny.It usually starts without a gai,usually with a sad ending.My head is set on the big flameand your neck comes with me.I won't tell you.No, no, no.Just say it to me.We learn from it, and you too,about this city with its people and its little stories,which start pretty funny.It usually starts with a sad ending.I won't tell you.No, no, no.Just say it to me.I won't tell you.No, no, no.Just say it to me.I won't tell you.No, no, no.Just say it to me.No, no, no.Today is the morning snow of yesterdayalready forgotten and gone.You wonder perhaps what it'll beand perhaps you don't wonder eitherand wait for the day when light goes out.My head is set on the big flameand your neck comes with me.No, no, no.No, no, no.No, no, no.