Sit with me under a tree
Feel the universe talking to us
By the wind I'm listening the wolves
Hiding in their burrous

Sleeping with the beats at the clock
I'm stuck in the gears
Running out of this time
Running for my life

My atomic voice
Can you hear?
My radioactive scream

Life is a big repetition of many things
Work, money, fights, love, illusion and disillusionment
At twenty-one, I'm already tired
Nothing seems much about learning something, you know?

We who try to make meaning out of things
Well, my meaning is music
Is the only thing that feels like a real novelty
Is where I can reinvent myself