I'm out tonight, but I haven't read the horoscope It's not Rio de Janeiro, but the weather is fantastic I swear to you tonight that I'll look for you in the traffic Under the nails in the bars, up to the Baltic Sea Why? You don't remind me of anything A box that rings, a house that burns all night, all night But I remember the writing on the wall A roll, a drum, a dance, culture all night, all night You came to look for me Like a lake, you look at me and you look in the mirror You'll never understand me Cats move between broken buckets and glasses And people take the means between drums and delays Try to take my hand, but I'm not there You want to look in my eyes while you watch my breath But you don't remind me of anything A box that rings, a house that burns all night, all night But I remember the writing on the wall A roll, a drum, a dance, culture all night, all night You've got something more behind you, left in the end You certainly do You've got something more behind you, left in the end You've got something more behind you, left in the end But you don't remind me of anything A box that rings, a house that burns all night, all night But I remember the writing on the wall A roll, a drum, a dance, culture all night, all night Thanks for watching!