Cowboys (english version)
The wires dream,about swallows in the spring.I dreamed about my childhood,surrounded by dead things.Awakened by the humming,that machines make when they sleep.At least I woke up smiling,so glad I had a dream.
She is waving out of the window.Her smiles as red as a wound.And my quiet heart goes to pieces.It's been a lonely year in this room.And I will not ignore you like before.My January promises are more,than words softly spoken.
I'm filming now,obsessed with how I look.And every thing I told you,was stolen from a book.I read something about kisses.In a science magasine,something they can't capture,in the sweetest movie scene (seen).
She is waving out of the window.Her smiles as red as a wound.And my quiet heart goes to pieces.It's been a lonely year in this room.And I will not ignore you like before.My January promises are more,than words softly spoken.