Saturday night, nothing more special than a boring lady
afraid of lights, afraid of big and strong monsters,
that little breath!
when he stops and let you go,
when you were terrified and suddenly... you're free
there you are... out,
out there,
out and inside,
cause you're alive, but no you're not,
and you breath, but you are breathless
how hard that it was,
so hard that you forget what time it was,
how strange and insane
that you forgot which of that bunch of times hurts the most,
the dogs are barking, it's an S.O.S. call,
just like this, now my bitches are calling
is the man going to kick her as?
pretending she's the dog on the sidewalk?
don't ever call her to come back,
getting hard
getting strong
getting older on the road...
getting deeply into the storm
will you love her when she's not?
This is the voice,
that one you shut up many times
There was nothing to wonder about,
for her was no doubt
even when it was a mystery
even that infinite minute
when you made her feel misery