Il testo della Sabbatical

I must admit i'm getting tired
Of sitting on my cloud
Well, heaven's not what i desire
Eternity can wear you out

So i get lost on busy boulevards
Forget about my mission
Drown in a pair of tempting eyes
Cultivate my indecision

Is that you angel-devil?
(yeah)

Bitter berlin winter fog
Sweet flavor of rome's summer smog
Spill the wine at caf costes
Lisbon's rain i like the most

I must admit i'm getting tired
Of sitting on my cloud
Well, heaven's not what i desire
Eternity sure wear you out

Is that you angel-devil?
(yeah)

I got get-down funky feeling
Inside my soul
But i have my reservations
To keep it on the down low