Fables broken and empty melancholy
Fog sinking day and they say there are precarious solidarity
clouds and utopia
But beyond the reality sinks in the metropolis
Without filters down the street clown
Jump over the broken city un'ormai deaf
There is no room for moderation or late
Who has torn his values \u200b\u200bfor blind tranquility
not run, do not run away
A day can not live without his utopia
not run, do not run away in vague
welfare sell off flights between cowardice
desperate days of ghosts and false
not run not run away Wake up clowns
How will sooner or later dreamless
course will not be a fool for company
that the old man with dreams can no longer speak
If the caravan is now passing away
The price of pride is in the error sink
But in armchairs armed with a hand vacuum Strip
indifference of ideas without identity
They say "It's not too bad a bit 'opportunism "
Thanks but I decline my integrity too much to heart
not run, do not run away
A day can not live without his utopia
not run, do not run away in vague
sell off welfare cowardice
Between flights desperate days of ghosts and false
not run not run away sooner or later
Wake up clowns
How do dreamless
Dear viewers
Another train is divided
I leave the testament of love from a dream chased
Col smile will share with you
Next come closer and heart nobody is ashamed to look
Look
not run away Here is a buffoon armed with a poem that still dance with her dreams
