where pubs close soon and the morning arrives on late

There is too much on this lawn,
there is too much under this sunset,
too much inside this city.
What could someone wish from this place?
never go away.
Maybe it's the independence taste,
maybe the green of trees,
but his eyes of course.
So sit down on a grave and
think to be with him again,
watching the city
where you left your heart.