Ponto Cego
Cicero
Blind Spot
When
Every now and then
Maybe a bit
It doesn't matter
Passing the turn
From side to side
The selfish little prince
And his whiskey flower
In his colorless planet
But who cares?
We are
The turn of the dizzy
Maybe while
We want to be
From here to now
You and me
From here to there
There won't be
Anything left to be
But who cares?
It's Friday, love!
Friday!
It's Friday, love!
Friday!
So
It doesn't matter which corner
For any saint
Who knows how to read
Who wants to give
Without receiving
Who is aware
Of what will be seen
From where it will lead
But who cares?
It's Friday, love!
Friday!
It's Friday, love!
Friday!
It's Friday, love!
Friday!
It's Friday, love!
Friday!
There are those who want!
It's Friday, love!
Friday!
It's Friday, love!
Friday!
