I saw the child smiling on the bed but continue to fight for his life
I saw fear knocking on the door in his mother's gaze
I could not let go of the thoughts and continue my life as if nothing had happened
If this world is still not fair or maybe the day will come and it will be
Refrain:
So I took a pencil and a notebook
And I began drawing a different reality
You go on and off the train
And probably only music remains
To keep your sanity in a crazy country or to leave everything
To break the rules or to exercise discretion just not to fall
To get drunk at night or to get up early in the morning
To stay shanti or to get in shape
To die greedy or to live in pursuit of integrity
A big fat check does not garantee happiness
To continue to run or to take a breath
To see the world outside to come back to burn the stage
To live in the city or to make the desert bloom
All is vanity unless it's for the soul
Refrain
Sometimes it feels like magic
To give butterflies in the stomach to fly again each day
If we get into their heart or just into their body
Surely they'll get the truth in their face
Everything is set in the tight tour schedule and in the madness
The accountant urgently needs my invoice
That very innocence that disappeared from hypocrisy and falseness
'Cause in a world of interests it's hard to see transparency
