Flowered sheets, a three-color rug
Straw curtains and bamboo furniture
Exotic room in plastic and paper
It's the tropics, a hundred miles from us
I'm tossed around between an old French view
A romance novel or comic strips
It lacks spices like an English soup
br/>Life is warm and the river is frozen
Drowned in everyone's room
Lost between four concrete walls
I crossed © my day numbed
The curtains drawn, and my heart asleep
Like in a half-erased dream
I hear your voice and the taxi radio
And the door that closes on your poor smile
I left without regrets, you understood, you knew
Suddenly left alone in this quiet motel
My courage is fell like a downpour in summer
The night awakens in the still jungle
In a silent garden full of dried flowers
Drowned in everyone's room
Lost between four concrete walls
I went through my day numb
The curtains drawn, and my heart asleep
Love falls asleep on road songs
But tomorrow when I wake up, I regain my momentum
I will leave Ecuador on the blow of the wind
And I will follow the river, all along the glaciers
And I will follow the river, all along the glaciers

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