I had a small dream, I sometimes think of it
As if I were possessed by something, I wandered searching
Like a childhood diary I don't even remember
Now it's a forgotten, meaningless imagination

My grown-up thoughts
Understand the harsh words
Am I resting in the lingering attachment to dreams?

Among many people, I became numb
Buried in the habits of the successful ones
I am not I am, I shout in the days I held my breath

What I follow is your silhouette
Making me mistake it for a hand of salvation
You will teach, like a childhood diary
Reprimanding it as a futile delusion

My grown-up thoughts
Understand the harsh words
Do I rest in the hope called dreams?

Among many people, I became numb
Buried in the habits of the successful ones
I am not, I am, I shout in the days I held my breath

What can I say?
Who could I be?
What should I say?
What am I saying? (You could be anyone)

Your brilliant thoughts
Dominate my thinking
Is even the luxury called dreams now collapsing?

Among many people, I became numb
Buried in the habits of the successful ones
I am not, I am, I shout in the days I held my breath

Collide a little more
Don't fall on this crazy land
What you can't reach
There is nothing you can't reach

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