Dream one more impossible dream,
struggle when it is easier to give in.
Win the unbeatable enemy,
deny when the rule is to sell.
Suffer the relentless torture,
break up the unreasonable prison
Fly over an unlikely limit,
touch the inaccessible ground.
It's my law, it's my issue:
to turn this world upside down, leave my mark on the ground.
I don't care about knowing
how many wars will I have to win
for just a bit of peace.
And if tomorrow this ground that I kissed
is my deathbed and my forgiveness,
I will know that it was worth
to rave and die for passion.
And thus, whatever it is,
the infinite affliction will finally have an end.
And the world will see a flower
budding from the impossible (infertile) ground.