You broke my heart

This august I'll come back where everything began and where everything ended. I don't know how it will be! I don't know which will be my reaction when I will step India again: Will I cry? Last time I left Mumbai with the idea that I would never return there, thinking that the world was so cruel with me and that my life was hopeless. After time I understand that there are things I cannot change, there are behavours that you cannot blame for and mostly there are many words and feelings that nothing could never erase.

You always will have a piece of my heart, wherever you are, whatever your fate would be ....



Broken lines, broken strings,
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.

Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground

Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones.
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
Everything is broken.

Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face

Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.