You go round and round 
You will see you no longer dream 
You go round and round 
You will resign yourself 
Perhaps nostalgia 
This apathy that exists 
Too bad a selfie 
It can't heal you 
Too many tears 
Vertigo Hamletic doubts 
False alibis 
Little life 
To choose 
Little happiness 
In the cars down 
In the heart 

Never die of nostalgia 
Too weak memories 
To win the present 
Nothing happens 
If you exclude yourself 
Choose a love too 
An incorruptible bed 
Away from your troubles 
You bet too 
Play your card 
A change of scenery and perhaps the company 
We lived on stimuli 
Simple things 
Few pennies 
Real life 
Very pure 
To be divided in two 
Your ideas 
And mine 
And fight 
You will feel a jolt 
Inside you 
The soul that rolls 
Beauty amidst the mud 
Passion that is released 
And you no longer suffer 
Offer yourself to spring 
And then 
Among those open shoots 
Son of the universe 
Enjoy the applause for once 
You too 

Walk next to me 
Grab my hand 
Get lost and find yourself 
A magic