you hear the drums, Fernando?I remember, long ago, another

1: Frida & Agnetha and always hated my room,

was at a party and this fella said to

de "Andante, Andante (Spanish por favorSuavemente, como brisaDame

Frida & Trouper beams are gonna blind meBut I

hearing images, I'm seeing songsNo poet has ever paintedVoices

1: must have left my house at eight because

de "¡Dame! ¡Dame! relojYa marcó medianoche, y otra

smiles, not a single word at the breakfast tableThough

de escuchar, Fernando?Me recuerda tiempo atrás, estrellas y

city is a jungle, you'd better take careNever walk

day in the morning on her way to the

to sneak out without sayingWith my loudest record playingOoh,

1: me sitting in the palm treeLooking down at

går en dag och jag tycker alla liknar varannSäg,

was sitting by the phoneI was waiting all aloneBaby

und ich hatten uns're ZeitIst es nun am Ende

down and I feel depressedSitting here, just waitingFor next

a notion, that's allJust a funny feeling deep inside

messed it up, alright, and there's no doubt about itI