[Verse 1: California]
I said: "I'll be back soon"
Like all the times I came back at 4:00 am
And I choke a Corona beer with a lemon
'Cause otherwise it will tell you what I have done
As the cover, the black one
The moon is white and you're my prism
Color me a lighter life
If I turn my jacket around I look like a Hare Krishna
We started from scratch
But in this world you have to make it (Money money)
But who has too much grain around
He's probably a scarecrow
Give me some oxygen, make me feel on the edge
Make me think this day is not grey
Like when you find the sand of the year before on the bottom of the suitcase

[Chorus 1: California & Fausto Lama]
Do you ever think
About the two of us, about (our) mistakes
About who played us, about our mood swings
That caused us drama
Being twenty sucks
But it feels so good to be afraid
The road is just a pencil line
That makes up the eyes in the land
Walk down it all to get far away
And let me make some money like the rappers
So then we can split up
[Verse 2: Fausto Lama]
With the fog, the street lamps draw lianas of light in a concrete jungle
They gave us everything, they took everything from us
Then they told us: "Leave a comment"
They told us: "Living is a race
So run, you will understand only at the finish line"
They gave us a heart between our legs
But without the instructions to use it
They gave us lead, they gave us mud
They asked: "When will you grow up?"
And despite everything we still have red eyes
Like white rabbits
They told us: “Nothing lasts forever
Except for the music, that remains”
But luckily, I met you
And you remind me of home like bells

[Chorus 2: California & Fausto Lama]
Do you ever think
About the two of us, about (our) mistakes
About who played us, about our mood swings
That caused us drama
Being twenty sucks
But it feels so good to be afraid
The way is just a pencil line
That makes up the eyes in the land
Do you ever think
About the rush, the delays
About those who stayed behind
About how it's still hard tell them: “I miss you”
Having regrets sucks
But it feels so good to be afraid
The road is just a pencil line
That makes up the eyes in the land
Walk down it all to get far away
And let me make some money like the rappers
So then we can split up
And let me make some money like the rappers
So then we can split up