I rarely go out and speak even less
They told me you want to see me
And you say you know me well
Life is a slow journey, my girl
Neither right nor left
Lazarus wakes up every day
And Cain offers him the salt
And not for the soup
And not for the soup

I have been a tender man, I tell you
A vegetable man
I have watched the fierce
Beauty of the world
Slowly transform
Slowly transform

I am a free man
Neither right nor left
I still dream believing I am thinking
I still dream with my elbows
Leaning out the window
Leaning out the window

But there are singers
Whom you cannot believe
There are poets
Whom you cannot reach
Here everyone talks and talks
Or worse, writes and writes
Is it universal culture
Or a municipal library

Between the celestial and the prophetic
Between the religious and the mystical
The male and his conquest
The pure and the diabolical
Between the political and the possible
The sparrow and the deep blue
The red and its sunset
The voice and the spirit
I choose to walk in silence
Next to you, my life
For I am a free man in this world
My life
For I am a free man in this world

Always and always
Always and always
I am a free man
Always and always
Always and always

I rarely go out and observe a lot
As you see
I sell myself to life completely
From head to toe
Life is a vertical dance
You learn one step a day
The price of wrong steps
Is a bad travel sheet
And there is no return
And there is no return

Between the celestial and the prophetic
The religious and the Catholic
Between deceit and promise
The fanatic delirium
Peace with weapons
The political and the possible
The sparrow and the deep blue
The voice and the spirit

I choose to walk in silence
Next to you, my life
For I am a free man
In this world
My life
For I am a free man
In this world

Always and always
Always and always
I am a free man
Always and always
Always and always

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