I wake up every morning with the feeling of being unsatisfied.
I play my guitar to let the sensations fly,
to choose the way I’ve inside, to feel that this is my heart
THAT CARRIES ME TO THE REAL PART OF MY LIFE
AND IT CARRIES ME TO THE REAL PART OF MY LIFE.
This is my real life, this is the right way
to write my song and follow the prayer.
This is the sound of the weeping, it moves into my soul.
With the colors of music people show me their love
and they listen and they meet
and they build my Eden, that’s why it’s like to fly.
In the street now I’m playing sure that this is my heart.
I saw it in your eyes, I saw it in your crying.
THEY FLOW WITH ME INTO THE RIVER OF MY LIFE
AND THEY CARRY ME TO THE REAL PART OF MY LIFE.