Alba s touto skladbou:
Tourism,
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 school bus is here, hurry up and grab a seat
All the dreams are tiny ones, another week has just begun
On Cinnamon Street
There was a boy on Cinnamon Street,
The same age as me, we shared the curiosity
He won my heart ‘cos he could play guitar
He 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 na...
