Nada Mudou
Leo Jaime
Nothing has changed.
She kisses me on the forehead and wishes me a good day
But if I want, I can see masters and slaves in the streets; nothing is real
Everyone says good morning to me, but every day is always the same
Children beg from car windows even on Christmas Eve, oh, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
If she wants seventh heaven, she'll have to climb it step by step
The world's best moments aren't newspaper headlines
The old men play checkers in the square, teachers of all kinds of pain
Pretending to hide the longing for a great love
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, oh, oh, nothing has changed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing has changed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
