When you've touched the sky
and you feel hell near
you walk without faith, without a destination
without knowledge.
Running away from what you don't understand,
running away from the present
thinking of those desires
is the only way you have of going forward.
We will be old again, we will go back,
when we get out of this storm
that we hide behind an indiferent face.
But it burns and it makes us feel like we'll go back.
Breaking this mistake
begins within the person.
We will go back to the roots,
to the dreams that saw us be born.
It's time to be brave,
it's time to be conscious
that we need heart and brain,
and we don't want to loose anyone
in this path
We will be old again...
Behind the clouds there is a sun so big
that no one can ever hide.
Behind the doubts there is the truth,
believe me, we have a future.