Pedres Als Avions

I'm a little happier
When I look at the birds
I let my hippie side show
As if I were one of them

Here hanging from the cherry tree
I undo the pain in my chest
A feeling that screams
A sun that eats the night

A knot inside, a scream in the wind
A dream of truth
A ladder that climbs to the sky
Without steps, full of love

I eat shit every day
If I were looking for crystal eggs
I don't know if I'd find them
But I have seven cats and a life

Alone and it doesn't rain
The hen says enough
But no one has stopped here
With the armpit I'm trying
But I never climb up
Throwing stones at the planes, wasting moments
Thinking of decent methods to make ends meet
Inventing ten thousand songs and forgetting bad moments

I want to write a song that saves the world
But I have chores to save myself
Letting trees and birds grow
Not spending money to pay the kings

I want to use the chords of a 'sweet' song
To screw everything, to look good
Before it sells a lot and says nothing
To take it all out, and let the wind take it away

Leaving the nest like a partridge and starting a new day
We were born above the river, we left the egg behind
I don't know what it means to move forward in this round world
But I raise my head and take flight
Your eyes make me believe in life
In Jesus is born and the virgin is Mary
I seek nothing more than to follow you
Wherever the days drag me

I want to write a song that saves the world
But I have chores to save myself
Letting trees and birds grow
Not spending money to pay the kings

I want to use the chords of a 'sweet' song
To screw everything, to look good
If I don't do it for real, it's like doing nothing
I want to do it all and let time take it away