Dead cities
Me inside me
Spring's coming from you
in this solitude
Lost in the true of death
Sands
Icy Miami Cyborgs
Icy Miami Cyborgs
Inside, inside

These men without my eyes
they don't know, they don't know
The warm wind's calling from the sea
Waters in which I'm drifting
Golden desertical beachs
Eternal love, eternal cry

I see the windows
I see Uranie hotel from the inside
old chairs on the edge of the wall of shadows
and all that I love
Dad is dead in my arms
and so, all each others
Mother!

The trees rebirth around him
how can I explain it to myself?
Lights of life, lights of life
so near to me
one step again, only one in your rain
laying on the sand
Rain's falling on his body
There's a point in that immensity
in the obscure ocean
And now Miami is dead
Wet sands, wet sands