There goes my dreams
With that old suitcase
The resistance suitcase
They´re going to get the road
Before the time comes
N´ they get stuck here forever
My dreams
They can know the flowers
My dreams
They can know the love lasting only for a night
´Coz "longing to be"
Just belongs
For those who stay behind
It´s not going to happen for those who have wings
To lose a year stuck insi[ght]de home
Fearing walking without knowing where to go
Child
The world belongs to those who submit its whims
The emptiness is not enough
N´ it´s so huge as the time
I had to run away
Without look behind
But I chose to swim in this bitter water
N´ this water doesn´t come from rivers or seas
It was just the unpleasantness of diving into an illusion
There goes my dreams
With its old suitcase
They are going to seek
For the reality
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