Corre

Sunk in anxiety
To stop someday
Always crazy to arrive
Always late to feel

Coveting the time that isn't there
Wishing to reach
The I don't know what, and the I don't know which
A race without end

Run, run, run, you're not going to make it
Run, run, run, you're always the same
Run, run, run, you're not going to make it, run, run

Dodging the illusion
Of finding sometime
What is always within your reach
And that your eyes never see

Renouncing the need
To have or to possess
What is not seen, what does not go away
Without prejudices or morality

Run, run, run, you're not going to make it
Run, run, run, you're always the same
Run, run, run, you're not going to make it, run, run

And all this and luckily less
To feel a little more
Trying to prolong
This moment between you and me

Aspiring in this situation
A moment to go crazy
To get yourself right and to live more
For you and for others

Run, run, run, you're not going to make it
Run, run, run, you're always the same
Run, run, run, you're not going to make it
Run, run, run, runnnn.