I was given up to a hundred years
To be able to imagine everything
To waste my time listening
The sound that the earth makes as it turns
Trying to pick up on it
/>The moon that everyone is snatching away
Before anyone else knew
That we had already explored it
Yesterday I got lost
In m 'flying through the air
I didn't even recognize myself
By resting my feet on the ground
Where are we going
When we're only a hundred years
If we didn't come back once
When we took flight
I'm afraid of finding myself without time
To learn to control
Each frequency of feeling
Every unconfessed passion
To go so far as to guess
Without anyone else knowing
Everything that words hide from me
Without anyone said them
Yesterday I got lost
By flying into the air
I didn't even recognize myself
By resting my feet on the ground
Where is -what we are leaving
When we are only a hundred years old
If we don't come back once
When we have taken flight
And if we finally 'hears
To be able to imagine everything
So I will have all my time
To invent other years