when you obtain
the (e)motion for the time
you get afraid of that
the youth passing by
like a wind in the sky
and there is nothing to change

when you remember
the places you have been
you get afraid of that
there's no place to hide
and no place to play
and everything look so strange

you get afraid of that time for the future
cause nothing remains from the past
well for the sight is determing the life
cellophane flowers surround in the park
in the cities of dust
birds made of steel made on the sin
forgotten on the wham...