It's hot when the sun rises on July 12th, the air flutters, the asphalt smells like tea and melts, the house passage sometimes offers shadows a hiding place, the small trees with ferns burn away afterwards, the park behind the block is something like a party place, barricades are forbidden, but you can still smell kebab, you rule the important ones in your head, the rest on paper until one knocks with uniform, the meadow is local, the sound international, international, international, some look relaxed, the others radical, but each one helps the other, you have no other choice, no other choice, you have no other choice, no other choice, no other choice, you have no other choice, no other choice, hotter than july, 100 degree night, spritztor by us means danger, unbegun and the rate rises, no matter how dark it is, it's tropical life, chairs on the street, tropical life, children up to 12 on tropical life, adilettes without socks, tropical life, loud music and no police, the time, wolves belong to the inventory, you can't change it, longing of the people from the warmest countries, is served by chanaks and future broadcasts, with thoughts on the beach, lives are chained here, down on the street, generation cliché, undercut, water shirt, kusher flambé, the sun dives on, facades from gold to rosé, windows tilted, shiny lights, white like snow, white like snow, white like snow, whiter than campsites in Calais, santa fe, santa fe, we only know from the calendar sheet in the café, hotter than july, 100 degree night, spritztor by us means danger, unbegun and the rate rises, no matter how dark it is, it's tropical life, chairs on the street, tropical life, children up to 12 on tropical life, adilettes without socks, tropical life, loud music and no police, © transcript Emily Beynon