Concrete Playground

[Strofa 1 - Voce Maschile (Rap)]
Yo, I’m staring at the dust on a wooden frame
A kid with no worries, didn’t even know my name
Just a shadow in the garden, chasing echoes in the heat
Before the asphalt burned the soles of my restless feet.
I remember the kitchen, the scent of flour and yeast
Where the smallest of moments felt like a regal feast
Now the clock is a monster, ticking loud in my ear
Selling me tomorrow while I’m drowning in yesteryear.
I had a cape made of linens, I was king of the hill
Now I’m climbing for a dollar, standing perfectly still.
Listen to the wind, don’t it sound like a ghost?
To the versions of ourselves that we miss the most.

[Ritornello - Duetto]
Oh, take me back to the golden light (To the golden light)
Where the stars were just lanterns in the night.
Feet in the dirt, heart in the sky
Before we ever had to learn how to say goodbye.
The rhythm of the breath, the soul of the young
Singing every melody that’s never been sung.

[Strofa 2 - Voce Maschile (Rap)]
I hear the squeeze of the bellows, that accordion sigh
Like my grandfather’s laughter under a Mediterranean sky.
The Tabla is the heartbeat, 1-2, 1-2
Building up a castle out of nothing but glue.
We were architects of dreams in a sandbox state
Before we let the world tell us 'it's too late'.
Now the saxophone is wailing like a train in the rain
Trying to bridge the gap between the joy and the pain.
I’m a grown man crying for a red balloon
Lost in the orbit of a childhood moon.
Heavyweight nostalgia, it’s a powerful punch
I’m skipping through the years like I’m skipping my lunch.

[Bridge - Duetto (Energetic/Soulful)]
And we run! (Run until the lungs give out)
And we scream! (What the silence is about)
It’s a fusion of the spirit, it’s a soulful fire
Lifting up the memories on a high-tension wire.
Feel the reed, feel the skin, feel the air between
Everything we are and everything we’ve been!
(Saxophone Solo - Powerful and Gritty)

[Ritornello - Duetto]
Oh, take me back to the golden light (To the golden light)
Where the stars were just lanterns in the night.
Feet in the dirt, heart in the sky
Before we ever had to learn how to say goodbye.
The rhythm of the breath, the soul of the young
Singing every melody that’s never been sung.

[Outro - Voce Maschile (Parlato style)]
Yeah. 
Don’t let the kid die.
Keep the bellows moving.
Keep the rhythm alive.
Just a little bit of grace... 
In the race.
(Accordion and Tabla fade out)