august in my mind

Moon shining on the city in August, you seem to belong only to me
in this place covered with asphalt with the people that are gone.
Moon shining on the city in August, I like to stare at your back
while you're facing the sea in this clear night.
Go and tell her that I'm fine, not to think of me,
to let it go. The wind blows and the time will pass by.

Buildings and roads as scenes of a show that went wrong
with the dancers taking off their makeup to return to start dreaming.
Moon shining on the city in August, tell me another lie,
let me warm up before the hot fire of melancholy.
Go and tell her that I'm fine, not to think of me,
to let it go. The wind blows and the time will pass by.