Filosofia

Every life is a note
An arpeggio, a longing
Every flower has its scent
That brings us anxiety
In the delirium we live in

Every life is a note
An arpeggio, a longing
Every flower has its scent
That brings us anxiety
In the delirium we live in
Without knowing what we want
Without knowing that night comes
For the day to grow old
Our life, our dream
Our bitterness and pleasure

Without knowing what we want
Without knowing that night comes
For the day to grow old
Our life, our dream
Our bitterness and pleasure