freestyle
It is a strange world we live in, full of colorful characters.
We fetch a pair of blue jeans from the drawer, again;
To find out that everyone wears the same outfit.
Various stories, break-ups, mariages, affairs,
All coming to the same conclusion
Men and women, searching...
For a reason to live,
To struggle once more
To face the facts and act the acts
Our very souls lost on this wide earth,
Looking for we don't know what, we don't know when.
We fetch emotions in the bottom of our hearts, desperately,
True love, passion, sorrow, resignation, grief or forgiveness, whatever.
Engagement, becoming someone else... or not.
Loving like a fool the person we face every day, blind.
Making every possible effort there is to be made, for what?
Looking for answers in every corner, every moment;
And never stopping to worry. But why worry, really.
When you know what there is to know, life is much brighter
Much lighter and more easily bearable.
When you've found the right person, boy or girl, soon or late,
There's no more unanswered questions. Or are there?
Even happily married, men will tend to find peace sometimes,
Women will look for the presence of their friends or parents.
But that's reality: we're not made to live together for ever and ever.
Commitment, faith is a job that requires time and supports no failure.
if I need to leave home for a two-days' hike, what's wrong?
If she wants to go dancing with her girlfriends saturday nights,
What's wrong? Nothing. As long as we come back to each other
And in the end, men and women, still searching for a reason,
Love one another, raise children and build a house,
A home for their love, limits to their freedom.
But there are doors, there are windows.
And the wind and the sun and the birds and the world
Seeping through every hole, help them keep up
With life, with love, and time that runs so fast, so fast.
We fetch a pair of blue jeans from the drawer, again;
To find out that everyone wears the same outfit.
Various stories, break-ups, mariages, affairs,
All coming to the same conclusion
Men and women, searching...
For a reason to live,
To struggle once more
To face the facts and act the acts
Our very souls lost on this wide earth,
Looking for we don't know what, we don't know when.
We fetch emotions in the bottom of our hearts, desperately,
True love, passion, sorrow, resignation, grief or forgiveness, whatever.
Engagement, becoming someone else... or not.
Loving like a fool the person we face every day, blind.
Making every possible effort there is to be made, for what?
Looking for answers in every corner, every moment;
And never stopping to worry. But why worry, really.
When you know what there is to know, life is much brighter
Much lighter and more easily bearable.
When you've found the right person, boy or girl, soon or late,
There's no more unanswered questions. Or are there?
Even happily married, men will tend to find peace sometimes,
Women will look for the presence of their friends or parents.
But that's reality: we're not made to live together for ever and ever.
Commitment, faith is a job that requires time and supports no failure.
if I need to leave home for a two-days' hike, what's wrong?
If she wants to go dancing with her girlfriends saturday nights,
What's wrong? Nothing. As long as we come back to each other
And in the end, men and women, still searching for a reason,
Love one another, raise children and build a house,
A home for their love, limits to their freedom.
But there are doors, there are windows.
And the wind and the sun and the birds and the world
Seeping through every hole, help them keep up
With life, with love, and time that runs so fast, so fast.