the cover-up

in the town that never sleeps,

full of matelots and courtesans,

i lead my living since forever,

[besides the other skills it has];

its gift looks to be the cover-up

of everything that's looking sad;

acolytes are the sun, sea, music,

[besides town's fame anatomy];

in the town that never sleeps,

the love replies only with love;

everyone's lips wear wind's kiss

and dreams are the real world;

the rain's inviting you to dance

in bared feet and pure as it is,

arm to arm with life's thoughts,

fully in its beauty to rejuvenate;

in the town that never sleeps,

incited in sunshine of your love,

i am; i'm into something good

fondled by music, sun, and sea;

laid, on the fine sand, revealed,

the sweetness of my body is art,

the dialect of my words is honey,

your patience is in love with me;

in the town that never sleeps,

full of matelots and courtesans,

i lead my living since forever,

[besides the other skills it has]