And I tell you:
I can move from inside
I made a hole in a great wall
I turned on the radio and i heard
200 children die today without their AZT
Tell me God: Is there a stop?
tell me wherever you are
if we were talking about light
of traffic on Kathmandu
Not everyone will let themselves fall
not everyone will crawl at your feet
what I lack is not lack of faith
you should think it seriously this time
Art Deco gesture
show me, burn it
if we were talking about light
under the Southern Cross
I have no hurry there's nowhere to reach
this miracle is of a perfect crystal
pop wisdom made me understand it
that King Kong and Citizen Kane was always the same
I also lost fantasies
but I've became a good voyeur
And I tell you:
We can move from inside
make a hole in a great wall
then remove your skin little by little
the blood is forever
there's nothing you can do
besides, you and I
love me please
if we were loving the light
under the Southern Cross
Always more, never stop
I offered you my heart
if we were talking about light
of traffic on Kathmandu