When a dream is died
or an illusion enter in coma,
you don't bury him neither you cry him, resuscitate it.
And never give for lost
the departure, believes in you.
and although they hurt, the wounds will cure.
Today the day he/she has come to look for you
and the life smells of jasmine kisses,
the morning this recently taken a bath one,
the Sun has brought it to invite you to live.
And you will see that you can fly,
and that all you get it.
And you will see that the pain doesn't exist,
today he/she plays you to be happy.
If the tears cloud you
the view and the heart,
make a trasvase of water
to the fear, spit him.
And if you believe that in the forgetfulness
a wrong of love is anesthetized,
there is not worse remedy
that the solitude.
He/she allows to enter in your soul a breeze
that I fanned the doubts and alleviate your bad.
That the pain dies from laugh,
when a dream dies
it is because it has become real.
And you will see that you can fly
and that all you get it.
And you will see that the pain doesn't exist,
today he/she plays you to be happy.
The stars in the sky
they are single bread crumbs
that they leave us our dreams
to find
the road, and not to get lost
toward the Earth of Oz,
where he/she inhabits the illusion.
And you will see that you can fly,
and that your body is the wind,
because today you will smile,
today he/she plays you to be happy.
Artist: Gary Clark Jr.
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