Gigolo Vagabundo

In the house where the words are broken

and the forest has got no trees

where there’s nothing left unspoken

the ferry of broken seas

somewhere down where streets are ending

down the road of no return

we will meet where hearts are mending

in a room where voices burn

gigolo – gigolo vagabundo

gigolo – gigolo vagabundo

gigolo – gigolo vagabundo

gigolo – a-go-go vagabundo

sleeping where dreams are stolen

and the windows have got no frame

wander where lust is swollen

and the lovers got no name

maybe there the story’s ending

written on naked skin

burning drums and lips pretending

drowning in the sea of sin

gigolo – gigolo vagabundo

gigolo – gigolo vagabundo

gigolo – gigolo vagabundo

gigolo – a-go-go vagabundo