When we refer to happiness and heaven,
Soon I think in children playing around
And in a world free of problems, that’s what many people call paradise
And wait the death to reach it
Meanwhile they’re alive, insist on selling out your time, dignity, hope…
Bet all chips on money, because the happiness depends only the social class you’re in.
It has been 20 years listening to this. 20 years…
Sometimes the penny delay, but finally falls
''what am I holding?''
"Why the streets are so empty, even with so many people on the city?’’
My ‘’heaven’’ is here, my ''haven'' is now.
'‘Everything has your own time’’ I’m ready to listen to that,
But not to agree with this, guy…
Maybe we don’t believe in the same things, concepts,
And don’t have the same faith,
But I don’t believe that we must stand still
Even when they restrain us to move forward.
I’m lost on faith and in the end there's nothing left, only my legs.