PAROLES TECHOETICA

We don't know each other
We don't speak the same language
But that thing in your eyes
Tell me you need me

I use my hands to talk to you
But you don't understand me
So I'm trying to find
Someone who speaks my language

I can't find anyone
In this land unknown to me
I'm taking you with me
In this round the world

We arrive in another country
We find people who speak our language
We're getting translated
We understand each other

You tell me you don't want to rot
Without doing anything without a future
Without having marked your name in history

So I wrote this song for you
For you poor California
Techoetica is you x2 x2

That's not your real name
You come from my imagination
Of my dreams
I still wanted to introduce [you to my audience)

I pay tribute to you techoetica
I thank my imagination for giving birth to you
I'll hate her when she makes you die x2

So I wrote this song for you
For you poor California
Techoetica is you x2 / x1 x4

I pay tribute to you techoetica
I thank my imagination for giving birth to you
I'll hate her when she makes you die x2