Take me out and drive
Me elsewhere, along my way,
Already drawn.
My destiny has spoken and,
I've never heard that melody, that melody.
What will I… find?
Everything you avoid in your safe life,
People crying, defeaning sounds,
Dirty faces, clutching hands,
All through the streets a scent of bitterness.
Are you ready for that?
Many eyes that see, are the eyes
That ask for something, hunting,
Wanting, something from you.
Many lips hunger for you
And your story. How can you do it?