It seems that we go further and more Without seeing ourselves getting older and sore. We forget how to breath, to love and enjoy To transform our worries in a beautiful toy. So tell me now, do you know who's to blame? When we go round in circles anyway. As I walk on the streets, i could draw them a smile To stop all the grief, at least for a while. You need actions, when you hear only words To release our souls, and fly high like these birds.