That child that was me,
that looks so much like you
the one who wanted to be older
to escape, to choose.
South foal, drunk with light
player apprentice
the world was not more
What an impossible rock and roll.
Mass of twelve, courtyard of a barracks
Black sheep, good children.
today everything was decided,
they regulated nothing gave action
to the kids like me.
That young man that I am
that looks so much like you
still retains inside
Something about the child that I was.
That kind heart, will defoliate
when smoking the pipe of peace.
Like you,
if I stay afloat it's been because
I have never stopped swimming.
Learning to live
learned to know how to say no.
Learning to suffer
the saliva of incomprehension.
Learning to live
in this fierce century
Learning to follow
against wind and tide being me.
That kind heart ...
Learning to live
to catch the bus in march
Learning to read
in the eyes of the crowd.
Learning to live
loving time trial
learning to follow
the compás of the imagination.
Learning to live...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)