Testo Diégo Garcia

She was cleaning the ground nervously
She was talking with somebody
Who never listened really
Who never listened to her really

In this sad street she was alone with me
The neighborhood didn?t care really
She was saying she was saying The same the same thing

I will never go back to Diégo Garcia
You can keep my island and my own story
I will never go back to Diégo Garcia
You can keep my island my memory
You can keep my island my child?s story
You can keep my island and my memory