I touched to the past
With my fingers, I lived yesterday as if it was again
I know that the truth never dies
It's rocking like the snow fallen from the pastel sky
I leave tomorrow to others
I take only the moment
If it's for thinking the end
Count on my childhood dreams
Why stop dreaming
If peace can be found
When it gets close to the end
I won't get up
Little, I'm running from the time, already fear of conveniences
And the truth enrichs the people, it's crazy what they think
We fly in paper planes, they won't be able to catch us
If we shout our thirst doesn't end
I leave tomorrow to others
I take only the moment
If it's for thinking the end
Count on my childhood dreams
Why stop dreaming
If peace can be found
When it gets close to the end
I won't get up
I regret my adolescence
However it's not still over
When you're little there's mistrust
And then comes the contempt
There are days when you're not doing well
Which you forget when it goes well
Adults scream, they complain
They say things that aren't useful
You spend your life in the past
However it's not that good
Do you remember the days you spent?
The months of May, water fights
You have to get used, you're only grown-up
There will be plenty of them, you'll see
Good things, nice moments
When it's over you'll regret
I leave tomorrow to others
I take only the moment
If it's for thinking the end
Count on my childhood dreams
Why stop dreaming
If peace can be found
When it gets close to the end
I won't get up