Rouxinol

Ah if it were not just things from my imagination
Waiting for the sunrise
Admiring the song of a nightingale, oh the peace it brings
If it were true

Ah if it were not just things from my imagination
Waiting for the sunrise
Admiring the song of a nightingale, oh the peace it brings
If it were true

Ah if I had that vision
Ah if I could, but I can't
The city grows, goes up, goes down
Forgets, even the GPS gets all lost
I saw on the wall graffiti
Something strong, well marked about the colors of the world
Had in the background a printed sunny blue sky
Like a television drawing
But reality is different, the sun when it appears
It's mind-blowing and several birds
Have flown to other nests to live far from us
It's the human being building
Destroying everything in sight
Their selfishness is so sick
It may be the lack of a present love

Ah if it were not just things from my imagination
Waiting for the sunrise
Admiring the song of a nightingale, oh the peace it brings
If it were true

Ah if it were not just things from my imagination
Waiting for the sunrise
Admiring the song of a nightingale, oh the peace it brings
If it were true