I'm tired of being a pious man
Can not stand my face in the mirror
Who was it that turned out the light?
My speeches are not based on love
I thought not have limites for freedom
My wish was my best subject
I was a dead man disguised as hero
Until the carpenter came to tell me
Words that tranform
Words are true
Nothing will be like before
When you decide
Your hands
Will be able to perform miracles
Your heart will no longer be
A pit of vanity
The world will be small
For your peace mission
Boing boing
Flight more difficult
In my heart but i insist
Boing boing
Flying more beautiful
Starting in my heart my brother