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My band plays Rock music

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My band plays rock music,
and everything else when it's needed,
we know well that for us,
doing everything is a necessity.
 
It's a baby rock,
just a bit latin,
a music made of hope,
a music made of patience
 
It's like a train which passed
loaded with fruits,
we were at the station, that's right,
but we were all asleep
 
And my band plays rock music
for those who saw it and for those who weren't there
and for those who, that particular day,
were chasing their own pipedream
 
Oh, don't wake up,
oh, not yet,
and don't stop us,
oh no, please, no
 
My band plays rock music
and it changes face when it's needed,
since Transformism
has become a necessity,
 
You'll see us in crinoline
like ugly ballerinas,
you'll see us dance
like young mosquitos,
 
You'll see us at the border,
our car stopped,
but he will have made it,
music managed to pass!
 
It's a baby rock,
a little Latino,
hetravels with no passport,
and we chase it, out of breath,
 
He pierces through walls,
breaks through your door,
but in the end, he comes to tell you
that your soul isn't dead
 
So, don't wake up,
oh, not yet,
and don't stop us,
oh no, please, no
 
My band plays rock music
and it's always a departure,
it travels well at medium-wave,
at frequency modulation
 
It's a baby rock,
just a bit latin,
a music made of hope,
a music made of patience
 
It's like a train which passed
loaded with fruits,
we were at the station, that's right,
but we were all asleep
 
And my band plays rock music
for those who saw it and for those who weren't there
and for those who, that particular day,
were chasing their own pipedream
 
Oh, don't wake up,
oh, not yet,
and don't stop us,
oh no, please, no
 

The kiss on the mouth

My beautyful one,
who cares about the world,
we'll be forgiven, I'm telling you,
by a kiss on the mouth, someday.
 
You feel like you have already seen and done everything
the whole future has already happened
it has been written, corrected and interpreted
by others, and they have beaten you to it.
 
My beautiful one,
I'm not twenty,
I'm much younger,
and this means (surely you'll understand)
responsibility,
therefore...
 
Fly to me if this is a waltz
fly to me, whatever this is
hold tight my jacket under the wisteria
and make me run,
stumble, it's better than remaining still
ask, its better than waiting.
 
Wear me out
and talk to me
hold me tight
look behind my shoulders
and then tell me
explain to me
all this new time
that comes with you.
 
You see me clean and groomed
I look like a field in bloom again
and you are the keen spirit of beauty
that time can't tarnish.
Here it is, the picture of two old oddballs
on the edge of the meadow full of cicadas
with the orchestra playing grass blades
and accordions
(I tell you).
 
My beautyful one,
who cares about the world.
 
Wear me out
and talk to me
hold me tight
go through my pockets
then forgive me
smile
look at this time
that comes with you
look, it's so much time
that comes with you.
 

My brother who looks the world

My brother who looks the world
and the world doesn't look like you
My brother who looks the sky
and the sky doesn't look you.
 
If there is a way under the sea
sooner or later it will find us
If there isn't a way in others' heart
sooner or later it will be drawn
 
I was born and I have worked in every country
and with effort I have protected my dignity
I was born and I am died in every country
and I have walked on every road in the world that you see
 
My brother who looks the world
and the world doesn't look like you
My brother who looks the sky
and the sky doesn't look you.
 
If there is a way under the sea
sooner or later it will find us
If there isn't a way in others' heart
sooner or later it will be drawn