Hope, hope
Where can I find it amidst the abyss?
Wake up to incessant reality
When I discovered
What is a dream
I was soon deceived
For a long time
I believed that it would be possible
to realize all the dreams
live my essence
When I realized that I had to make choices
And set priorities my dreams began to die
And I realized that when that happens a part of me dies
And I began to count how many dreams I had to bury to survive
Suddenly I look in the mirror
And what I see is a huge cemetery
Of dreams with the name
Of several people on their graves
Together with your dreams
If I am unbalanced I fall into my grave
Feel like I've fallen several times already
As if it were a continuous process
I'm still here trying to find out
If I can have hope
And I began to count how many dreams I had to bury to survive
In all my experience I observed
That there are more defeats than victories
How is it possible to create dreams within perverse realities?
And I began to count how many dreams I had to bury to survive
I wish I could one day say
That all happened as I had always dreamt of it
Suddenly I look in the mirror
And what I see is a huge cemetery
Of dreams with the name
Of several people on their graves
Together with your dream