After a long time of waiting
what do you want sir
what am I going to want I thought
a table near the balcony
you can only pass
if you go you to eat
Poor waiter in reality
his reflection sees my skin
and I lose courage
It is the old story of this colonial world:
follow the pattern that I serve you today
And so many years go by
And so much mediocrity
making our lives the confused model
of a Europe that could never be here.
It is a question of wood Oh Oh
The fiber of the heart
of the desire in the bones to follow
It is a matter of wood Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow the pattern that I serve you today
I can't and don't want to convince the waiter what the hell I am. I look so much like him. He will never understand, he will never understand, that his blood is the same color. of a new dawn
And so many years go by
And so much mediocrity
making our lives the confused model
of a Europe that could never be here
It is question of wood Oh Oh
You can't negotiate
more than style is just being what you are
It's a question of wood Oh Oh Oh Oh I serve today
It is a question of wood Oh Oh
The fiber of the heart
of the desire in the bones to continue
It is a question of wood Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow you pattern that I serve today
And so many years go by
And so much mediocrity
making our lives the confused model
of a Europe that could never be here
It is a question of wood Oh Oh
The fiber of the heart
of the desire in the bones to follow
It is a question of wood Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow the pattern that I serve you today
It's a question of wood Oh Oh
You can't negotiate
more than style is just being what you are
It's a question of wood Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow the pattern that I serve you today