Growing up on Cinnamon Street. Everywhere you look,
there are lots of people to meet, it´s seven o´clock, the breakfast treat.
Now the schoolbus is here, hurry up and grag a seat.
All the dreams are tiny ones, another week has just begun on Cinnamon Street.
There was a girl on Cinnamon Street, the same age as me, we shared the curiosity.
I won her heart cos I could play guitar.
She promised me heaven at once and later all the stars.
But it all remained the same cos things can never change on Cinnamon Street.
I can hear my heartbeat the very first time we made love,
life was a lazy rest in the sun. Later we went dancing, staying up all night long
- playing all our favourite songs, Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na.
I say goodbye to Cinnamon Street. Springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet.
I walk in a cloud, the smell of Cinnamon bread, it´s in my blood since the day I was born
´til I wake up... dead.
And the sun is smiling gently, a funny shade of red, Cinnamon Street.
I still feel my heartbeat the very first time we made love,
life was a lazy day in the sun. Later we went dancing, hanging out all night long
- singing all our favourite songs, Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na.