They call me the disappeared
that when it arrives it has already gone
I'm flying, I'm flying,
quickly hurry to lost direction
when they look for me I'm never
when they find me I'm not
who is opposite because
I went running there
they tell me the disappeared
ghost that is never there
they tell me the ungrateful
but that is not the truth
I have pain in my body
that does not let me breathe
I have a conviction in my body
that always makes me walk
They call me the disappeared
that when it arrives it has already gone
I'm flying, I'm flying,
quickly hurry to lost direction
I have an engine in my body
that never stops rolling
I have a path in my soul
destined never to arrive
They call me the disappeared
when it arrives it has already gone
I'm flying, I'm flying,
quickly hurry to lost direction
lost in the century ... twentieth century ... heading for the twenty-first
Only among all we can make this a better place :)