To those butterflies of the night
that go around cheering the cold corners of my neighborhood.
To those who surprise the morning
traveling through the imaginary world sometimes of the radio.
Those who do not stop sleeping
and those who are losing capital,
to here who has fallen asleep at the concert
and who cleans my portal.
TO SING A SONG IS SOMETHING MORE
WHAT TO MAKE A SEMBLANCE OF LOVE
TO SING A SONG IS TO TRANSMIT
WHAT THE HEART TELLS US. (Bis)
To those who collect the garbage
and the child who has never known the face of his father.
To the man who has lost half a life
and keep the other half for when it is unbearable.
To that sidewalk was changed?
and here who is? dreaming of changing.
The man who takes my suitcases
and the goalkeeper of Real.
CHORUS
Only among all we can make this a better place :)