It gets hard to sleep
The head doesn't go out
Until one day you understand
What makes the difference
Good journalism can't be bought
Love of art and shirts can't be bought
A home, good advice
Memories, adolescence can't be bought
Fulfilled dreams, those that don't happen
And are simply dreamed
Values, inner beauty
With whom to sleep like a spoon
Patience, patience
And tell me, what do I do
Saving money for when I die?
So many things are good and
Tell me, what do I do?
All those dead things
So pretty but dead
While siblings cannot be bought
The mother cannot be bought
And true friendship
Experience
The rituals, emotion
The right song that is perfect
Forgiveness, the genuine smile
Conviction, the complicit look
The first kiss of the first love
The corner at dawn, the voice of Rada
The rain during the afternoon nap, during the afternoon nap
And tell me, what do I do
Saving money for when I die?
So many things are good and
Tell me, what do I do?
And tell me, what do I do
Saving money for when I die?
So many things are good and
Tell me, what do I do?