Old people don't believe in a miracle
young people make mistakes
All of them live their lives in the city
where golden things are fakes
Their breathing is warming cold, cold space
they warm each other with their cold, cold bodies
I see darkness engulfs your pale face
Only empty streets hear my sigh
Chorus 1:
Boredom is real, it makes you be keen
to go to Rio, where you have never been
Golden skin... (3 times)
This city eats you like a chicken
or doesn't see you at all
This city likes flexible friendship
this city prefers love doll
You go to the harbor just to say "good-bye"
you'll never see that ship again
All that you say to yourself is a lie
all that you feel is pain
Chorus 2:
Boredom is real, it makes you be keen
to go to Rio, to get golden skin
Golden skin...
You can follow Paulo Coelho
you can follow James Dean
but why do you feel like you are 70
when you are 17?
You cope again with another disaster,
you cope with another lonely night
Someone speaks to you like he's your master
someone you love is out of sight
Chorus 2:
People book private beach in Turkey
people chill out in Crete
It's always matter of time and money
but is it what you really need?
All you have to do is to keep on running
you start once again after fall
Now and then the sun is coming
to make your skin turn into gold
2006