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