iN the corner | Q.Portet [Stolen Songs]

Far away from the path, maybe you'll find a better world,
and if it's worse, maybe thy'll even give you your money back.
Words without meaning and roads without asphalt;
if I look for you and I can't find you,
I might become very dangerous.

Come to the corner, to my sweet, sunny corner,
there are steams of people on the pavements shouting your name.
Come to the corner, to my corner if you're prepared;
the music is burning in the pyre of emotions.
Come to the corner, to my corner, it won't do you any harm;
Let yourself go with the ancient rhythm that the drums beat.
Come to the corner, to my strange, hidden corner;
there are Asian sounds that we'll play for free as it's yous gratis
(and don't be scared, we'll play for free as it's you).

Well dressed thieves and policemen in rags,
modern liquors mixed with antique drugs.
If you stay by my side, I can't promise you paradise,
but if I look for you and I can't find you
I might become very dangerous.

Strange nights, madness and fevers.
I encounter you in every dream of perfumed nights.