from dreams land

I have dreamed; that I transformed
In a mole, under the city
Slowly, slowly I began to dig
Long and hot passageways

I was swallowing, clod of earth
I was finding on my way, dead butterfly
Above myself, life is tramping
But I always dig , parallel whit it.

I tried to make a road towards the city
To encounter life but,
Every time, the asphalt was stopping me
And, in dark I was going back crying.

The tears have flood the labyrinth from under the city
Above myself, life is tramping
But I was running from it
To not get drown

I was getting far from the man who is dreaming in the city
And dreaming of me under the ground
I was getting far from the man who is dreaming in the city
And dreaming of me under the ground

I will dig, till I find
The way to the man, to wake him up
I will dig, till I find
The way to the sky, to see it

I will dig, till I find
The way to the man, to wake him up
I will dig, till I find
The way to the sky, to see it

One day I am going to wake up
And start living again.

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original version: Vama - Cartita