Nice day

Big time, grey and cold...
forever gone...
She sleeps in town again.

I wear a green old coat
polished by rains fallen in another time
in another place.

If she looks into your eyes
you'll see the magic of the earth.
If she looks into your eyes
will be a nice day.

The train is already gone,
with little clouds on the riel.
December is bringing her smiles.

And in that empty town
with silence of iron and gold
your whispers are coming like tornadoes.

If she talks into your ear
you'll hear a sexy lullaby,
if she talks into your ear
will be a nice day.