The stadium is amazed and narrow to contain
I sit with all the people,
wait for the concert to start.
The band is already set
finger on the trigger (guitar pick)
each song is a memory without being removed.

Chorus
Back then I didn't have a big car
back then I didn't know what's at the edges
of the single street
across which hidden there were
secrets, fields of irises.

There the houses were alike at night,
who could tell the difference
and sometimes from there come to me
more kids maybe not even kids.
it's not the same country
no longer the same room
each song is a memory without being removed.

Now, on the highway in the car you bought
I drive warry of people,
of dreams, of the racist wind.
It's not the same country
no longer the same room
just a song like a memory without being removed.

Chorus