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