Houses of American Style

Still there's no way to call on me
I'd rather stay in Rauba Capeu
Joys of a city where no one knows me
If I cannot see, would you tell me?

It's a fiction

I've been there for years but I'm no neighbor
I've been dreaming of the many jobs I could have done

Beside losing my time

When it comes to days that I've been busy
Counting all the houses of American style

Have my whole life in front of me
You make me an older brother
Dance like a charm where no one's

Ever judging
Walls are just crumbling inside
And I'm just staring

It's a fiction

I've been there for years but I'm no neighbor
I've been dreaming of the many jobs I could have done

Beside losing my time

When it comes to days that I've been busy
Counting all the houses of American style