Babe, I'll be better rest my head,
rest my weary bones for a while.
'Cause it's not as precious as gold
when I'm holding it inside too long.
Sometimes we look like the stars
shining on the black sky of the night.
The wicked atmosphere of the dark
still the golden stars we are there.
Time is not like the light in the darkness
it's just a kind of trash that comes
from another space, so far away
why must we long for the promises
Babe, let us share all these last years
we spent our last lifetime
for something we called a great
expectation that didn’t come yet!
We don't deserve anything, My Darling
We'll build our world that out of pain
between the dream and the reality
we know just the way we are.
We walk that way proudly
the ordinary things just we believe
break all the rules and pass the limits
we need to breath more than the air!
Babe, let's take a rest for our head, first
rest our weary bones for a minute or two.
'Cause silence isn't really golden
when we're holding it inside too long.
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