You told me that the morning
it was bought with a kiss
and that the war was for sale
and that peace had its price
That politics dresses
of gold, silver and fine linen
and what comes out of your mouth
pay tax in the ear
That the road is narrower every day
Oh! that the street is hard
That the street is hard
Oh! that the one who does not run flies
That the one who does not run flies
Oh! that the moon moves away
That the moon moves away
Oh! I wonder and meditate
What is the square root of myself?
You told me that lying
I used contact lenses
and that a Valentino shoe
he self-proclaimed cheap
That a tariff fell in love
of a tributary in the free zone
That the anesthesia went to London
to a tourism congress
That each day brings its eagerness and I explain to you
Oh! that the street is hard
That the street is hard
Oh! that the one who does not run flies
That the one who does not run flies
Oh! that the moon moves away
That the moon moves away
Oh! I wonder and meditate
What is the square root of myself?
Bring it down!
And that there is no favoritism with coffee
The one who comes in first is the one who is going to drink
That Tchaikovsky was Russian and Debussy French
When the river sounds it is that water brings what I know
That the clubs are trenches of the societé
Where seven can fit twenty-three
That night looks good for Star Trek
Hey! Man, do not play with that!
Oh! that the street is hard
That the street is hard
Oh! that the one who does not run flies
That the one who does not run flies
Oh! that the moon moves away
That the moon moves away
Oh! I wonder and meditate
What is the square root of myself?
Love somebody
Need somebody
Love somebody
Need somebody
Only among all we can make this a better place :)