Hair

The dreams are in the starts
On any green sky
People gathered searching the past
Reviving decade by decade

Near the Mississipi river
Drinking the same old whiskey
Watching the white hairs
Of negroes blues men

In the smoking bars of Chicago
We see the shine of the metal in jazz
The opaque of tousled hairs
In the improvised fusion of the infinite madness

Inside Elvis' rebellion
We find our friend Rock 'n' roll
With its big toupee
We find the first hairy

I love you baby
Bring the dreams
Of the world to me
I love you baby
Yeah, now it seems
To be the world I see

And the rockies are going rolling
In the torrent of energy
The Beatles madness and the Stones curse
Pulling: Let it be, let it bleed

In the first meeting with LSD
We shouted for peace at the Woodstock farm
From peace symbol to hairs in the waist
Travelling like hippies, Janis and Hendrix

In the grey nights of Birmgham pubs
The marginal aggression of the pre-historical hairs
And the Deep Purple dinosaurs
Flew with Miss Zeppelin and Singin' Black Sabbath hymns

Today we're already inside the green sky
And the stars of dreams don't shine anymore
'Cause the old hairies dreams now because our reality
We learn to fight this battle and also to win the wars

I love you baby
Bring the dreams
Of the world to me
I love you baby
Yeah, now it seems
To be the world I see

I love you
I love you baby