In many times, there's something to try
but then, everybody went and asked him
and answer was, it's now time for fly
but the day seems too hot and dim.
When the trumpets call to buzz again
nobody can say the cause and truth,
my car carries me to become insane
and I couldn't cast my youth.
My soul rises in blue and white
as they were dreaming in green,
up and down, forever and tonight
in a frenetic rhythm like a machine.
Can you ask always for the change
or wait no more maybe for a good replay?
Don't forget, the world is a place strange
that finally, we will enjoy and say okay.
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