The flame of Liberty
has turned into solitude,
and the burden of living together
has turned into boring silence.
All in all
we're not better,
I need you around already.
So yo can sweeten once more
my hostility with your peace,
and from the Club of the humble ones get back
those kisses I've thrown without love.
All in all
we're not better,
I need you around already.
And if the urge of showing off
takes over me again
just slap me twice and make me see
the fact that being here is a miracle we can share.
All in all
we're not better,
I need you around already.
All in all
we're not better,
I need you around already.