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 grab 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.

I promised her 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.