Guess the song’s name
She slept to the heat of the masses and I woke up wanting to dream about her some time ago I thought about writing to her couldn’t overcome the traps of love that love of easy-listening nothing frees us, nothing else remains I won’t send ashes of roses I won’t avoid a secret touch that love of easy-listening nothing frees us, nothing else remains
I only ask of God He won’t let me be indifferent to the suffering That the very dried up death doesn’t find me Empty and without having given my everything I only ask of God He won’t let me be indifferent to the injustice That they do not slap my other cheek After a claw has scratched my whole body I only ask of God He won’t let me be indifferent to the wars It is a big monster which treads hard On the poor innocence of people It is a big monster which treads hard On the poor innocence of people
Everything concludes at last nothing can escape everything has an end everything ends I have to understand It’s not eternal life the crying in the laughter It ends there. I believe that love had no measures or you stop loving perhaps another woman.
And I forgot that once I thought that never end never end but yet it has finished Everything shows me that in the end I end every day I start every day believing in tomorrow I fail today . but yet it has finished
Every morning that I lived Every street I hid in
Life projects itself
The enchantment of a love,
Technicolor butterfly
my parents' sacrifice The patent leather shoes
I saw their faces full of resignation
Sundays at the club
I saw them happy, filled with pain
Except Christ is still there on the cross
They cooked the rice,
The cathedral's columns
he raised his subtle emperor principles
and the grandstand yelled goal at the capital Everything came to happen Everyone spins and spins
Only that time didn't wait for them
Everyone under the sun
The melancholy of dying in this world
Life projects itself
And living for no stupid reason
Technicolor butterfly Every time you look at me Every sensation
I’m very lonely, and sad, here, abandoned in this world. I have the idea to go to the place I want the most. I need something to go, because I can’t go walking. I'll build a raft and I’ll go to wreck. I have to get a lot of wood, I have to get it from anywhere And when my raft is ready I'll leave for madness. With my raft I'll go to wreck.
I was killed many times, I died many times, however I'm still here resurrecting. I thank the misfortune and the hand holding a knife because it killed me so wrongly, and I continued singing. Singing to the sun like the cicada after a year under the ground, just like a survivor returning from the war. I was erased many times, I disappeared many times, I went to my own funeral, alone and crying.
I knotted the handkerchief but then I forgot that it was not the only time, and I came back singing. Singing to the sun like the cicada ... You were killed many times, many times you will resurrect, you will spend many nights being desperate. At the time of the wreck and darkness someone will rescue you to go on singing. Singing to the sun like the cicada ...
A flower is born, the sun rises every day, occasionally you hear that voice. I live from bread, happy to sing on the eaves of my mind with the cicadas. But at the same time there is a transformer that consume the best you have, it pull you back, asks you for more and more and there comes a time when you don’t want any more.
Nurse the freedom, always you will take it inside the heart. They can corrupt you you can forget it but it is always there. Yesterday I dreamed about who are starving, who are mad, who had been, who are in prison. Today I wake up singing this song that was already written long time ago. It is necessary to sing once again.