Spend my life on roads, nomad, such a vagabond
Spend my life drop by drop, taste everything that's good
Spend my life telling stories, singing songs
Flee this world that's an illusion, this world that lectured me
Me, "useless poet, lazy, unproductive, and cowardly"
Me the cicadia that sings in summer when ants kill the task
Spend my life shouting from rooftops that man was not made for that
Spend my life close to you, because without you I don't know
They built blasé persons' world
Who thinks that everything everything's easy
Who thinks that nothing more can change
Our dreams, our lives, our hopes crushed
Enchained in their doggish thought
Enslaved in their reality
Spend my life trying to persuade myself that one day maybe
Things will change. Spend my life wanted to doing it
Spend my life accepting that I can't change
Spend my life, wanting to change everything that I can't accept
Spend my life looking you straight in the eye
Spend my life wishing that for both of us it will be a lifetime
Spend my life okay, wanting to live in happiness
When even this world we flood with their refusals, horrors
A stranger, that's all that I am
On Earth, I have no home
Your house is to small
Too cramped in your paradise
My heart and my soul escape
Fly dreaming of another life
Spend my life forgetting that days become nights
Who will tell me that my time is done, that I can no longer . . .
Spend my life right next to you, to tell me that you're so beautiful
Spend my nights under this roof, where our dreams curl up in the shovel
Spend my life shouting about injustices and lies
Spend my life to go mad, paranoid, strange
Spend my life indignant for everything and anything
Spend my life rambling through the same thoughts a thousand times
Spend my life, to watch it go
This proud world, futile, furious
Crazy caravan of fools
Spend my life: thinking, spending
This life that I'd like to be happy
When it'll be spent