Cambia
Carlos Varela
Change
It hurts
Disillusionment, night, day
It hurts not to laugh
And it hurts when others laugh
It hurts
Newspapers, television
Old prophecies
It hurts
The city that never was
Like the dream you once had
And we never realized
That living is not just coming and going back
Tell me what all those dreams were for
Hidden behind closed doors
Change
Change color, guru, shaman
Change north, change south
And even change the sea
And you'll see everything else changing
