hungry, thirsty
a neverending ache for la dolce vita
putting gold in torn bags
oh honey is your hair really worth more than your heart?
because this la dolce vita will not end in la dolce death

we were once living but now we're only alive
oh we were once dancing, oh we were once singing
but now we're standing still, we don't say a word

we're kings with diamonds queens and crowns
and oh how many lovers have we?
but our people is starving and our joker is crying!
will someone bring the revolution of hearts!
we've reached the top of a thousand half-loves but from here there is nothing to see...




- gueorgue.