If you are really you, if the sky is not enough for you, what will you say more? Who will really stay? What do I want? I don't believe it. Nothing will judge. As we do, no one will weigh. What you said is lost in time, in age, and then it will pass you. And then after no one, conscience speaks. So much is not true. So if you make a mistake, it's not your thought. But what do I know of the time that passes? Of the pain and the joy that leaves? Of the friends, the loves, the houses, my parents, it's not enough yet. But what do I know? Life goes on. I discovered it on the way. And something comes, if you don't expect it, because your flame is alive. But what do I know of life, of love? What do I know of a better place? At the end of the dark, only words, in the disorder of all this noise. For those who seek peace but do not find it. For those who believe that a new life is coming. I threw away my good part, but whatever happens, it comes back again. But what do I know of the time that passes? Of the pain and the joy that leaves? Of the friends, the loves, the houses, my parents, it's not enough yet. But what do I know? Life goes on. I discovered it on the way. And something comes, if you don't expect it, because your flame is alive. I write this for me, for the fear that I have to win. Because I am a man, by mistake. And there is no one to convince. With time no one, I am not what I seem and what happened. Maybe my worst enemy, who is inside of me, wanted it. I write a song, outside the sun is rising. I don't feel better, better than you. But what do I know of the time that passes? Of the pain and the joy that leaves? Of the friends, the loves, the houses, my parents, it's not enough yet. But what do I know? Life goes on. I discovered it on the way. And something comes, if you don't expect it, because your flame is alive. But what do I know of the time that passes? Of the pain and the joy that leaves? Of the friends, the loves, the houses, my parents, it's not enough yet. But what do I know? Life goes on. I discovered it on the way. And something comes, if you don't expect it, because your flame is alive. www.mooji.org