El Mundo De Los Sueños

Oh, how nice it feels, with my feet barely off the ground!
No rush, no wobbling, I’m going. And I trip, what a bad move, this fun is slipping away.
If water is measured in liters, and hours measure time, tell me, how do we measure dreams? (Repeat)

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The world of dreams has no owner, the world of dreams has no ceiling. Take me where the good things are. (Repeat)

Signs from the heart, they’re just excuses for reason, where anything goes, no censorship or cushion: Freeing the anger for imagination. Shake it up, something new comes out, if you cover it, it goes blind. Darkness, joy; same jar, different weight. Dream, blessed vitamin! To appreciate the good. Dream, vitamin that doesn’t sting, where hope is born.

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Some dreams are going up while others are building new ground with a fresh setup, play it, play it, play it... Imagination and row! It doesn’t depend on you, me, or I: Dream pushes, dream attacks, dream loves...
From, from, from, from, from... Hit it, hit it, hit it... to the engine, hit it, hit it... raising the voice, plan...
Can they take away our right to live? Dreaming to survive, but today dream pushes, dream arrives, dream attacks.
Dream pushes, dream attacks, feeding those who have none. If the promise didn’t reach you, plug the anchor into the engine. (Repeat)

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