Today I dreamed that everything is a lie
that no war exists, no peace, no sickness, no medicines
that no flags exist, no carrier pigeons
Today I dreamed that everything is a lie
that no "justly" unemployed exist
and that the politician is made of clay
and that there can't be a disaster that any tailor isn't able to fix
and suddenly I woke up
and what was my surprise, the moment I saw the TV
in the 3 o'clock news, a man was killing his kids
to take revenge on his ex-wife
suddenly I woke up
and it was like in a dream
I saw the world was a paper
where a man of power paints scribbles,
to wash his hands afterwards
suddenly I woke up
and as always this damn world
both so strange and absurd
both so cruel and taciturn,
began to walk in the opposite direction
Today I dreamed that everything is a lie,
that in the world, inequality didn't exist,
and that the children didn't die of AIDS,
and that there weren't first ones nor last ones because they were foreigners
and suddenly I woke up
and I saw four people on the TV fighting for power,
while in the streets the people, enslaved,
were looking for food in the garbage
Suddenly I woke up
and I saw how behind every movement there was a cause
and I saw how they killed dictators in the name of peace,
they were only put there by you
Suddenly I woke up
and as always this damn world
both so strange and absurd
both so cruel and taciturn,
began to walk in the opposite direction
and now I can't tell the dream from the reality,
we think we progress without an owner,
who's really missing,
who's really missing,
and that there isn't anything worse than he who denies to see,
however difficult it may be to see,
it seems to me so difficult to believe that a destiny exists
when the whole world is dancing
and four people are hanging by a thread
and even if this humble ballad never is of any use,
today I'll sleep more peacefully.