Palomas

There are thousands of pigeons flying in circles
Around the sun
They just met
There are days to tell each other
Weeks to think
Summers dressed in tar
There are days when you skip a chapter
You don't know where you are
You have to try
There are days to ask you
Weeks to doubt

Summers hanging in suspense until the end
It's just a scream, leave it now, leave it now
It got cold, every moment has to be special
Leave it now, leave it now or I'll get cold
It's just another warning of the hurricane
There are streetlight lights from a mythical neighborhood
City perfume
Falling thorns
There are vices that are magnificent
Weeks to stop
Summers that I truly suffer
It's just a scream, leave it now, leave it now
It got cold, every moment has to be special
Leave it now, leave it now or I'll get cold
It's just another warning of the hurricane