I left the noise at my side
And I began to ask.
Why is the sky black today?
Why don't I want to be normal?
Why does the people?
Why is money worth it?
Why are they fighting if a color doesn't make you different?
I almost always ask myself
And there are no answers to give
We live fed up with madness
Trying to explain when there is no need to talk
We have to go out and start.
I have nothing left
I have everything in my favor
When there is little you see better.
I left the noise by my side
And I began to listen
What do they say about this world?
Who tells the truth?
What do we do on earth?
Why didn't the sun rise?
And why did I have to be the way I am?

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