some dreams are made for children
but most of them grow old with us
and when the air can hope to hold on
and to the ground from dust to rust.
the future is unwritten!
el futuro no esta escrito!
burning lights in the desert
such a sign only you would know,
your running tyres,
they're out of pressure,
such a sign only you would know.
the future is unwritten!
el futuro no esta escrito!
some dreams are made for children
but most of them grow old with us
and when the air can hope to hold on
and to the ground from dust to rust.
the future is unwritten!
el futuro no esta escrito!