At the end of the year when loves goes to rehab The candle on the shelf Feels like a fire in my belly With the low blood morphine And my head cracked like and old door For the moment love is over no, oh! I wonder how it feels, lifeless dead Would it be like a powe cut in a little spacecraft Next to the door I will run in to your arms And I feel like I'm ready for the final march Turkey moon give all your diet soon Feeling thin I can run like in San Fermin When the summer stays in my melodia I take a walk by the snowed mountains of Cuba With a blind tourist guide And my feet move like Fred Astaire's Chased by a pride of lions I wonder how it feels, lifeless dead Would it be like a power cut in a little spacecraft Next to the door I will leave the keys Come whenever you want I'm ready for the final march Turkey moon give me all your diet soon Feeling thin I can run like in San Fermin