Honey, I was a poetaster
In this morning
How many people were going
To cardino skies?
The festival is over
It's time to go
How many people call me, amigo?
(Woo)
Like a never ending shout
Hysterical scream in blue
Like a never ending joke
Don't want to remember
Like a never ending smile
Automatic feeling
(Woo)
If you see her, say hello
(How many people were going to cardino skies?)