Where do astronauts get water from?
Where does that arrogant horseman get paternal love from?
There are people who count the years in Springs
and vulgar people who console themselves with the sunsets.
You say that it's enough knowing that we exist
when I complain about how little we see each other.

Escaping from an eternal winter,
blinded by colours and deafened by songs;
Following the track left by
a trail of brief, absurd chimeras.
We'll come back like the traveller comes back,
speaking other languages, thinking other thoughts;
and in the light of chords without a future
we'll sit next to the fire; to the rhythm of the smoke.

Where is it?
Where does it go?
... and how much is it?

Where is it?
Where does it go?
... and how much is it?

Dreams academy:
a depressed hero is counting dirty money.
Killing ourselves laughing and anonymous;
we'll faithfully applaud the asses' idol.
Dream academy:
deserted beaches by starlight.
Goodbye good sense;
come back madness reclaiming your rights.

Where is it?
Where does it go?
... and how much is it?

Where is it?
Where does it go?
... and how much is it?

Where will we get the time from to love each other?
Where are the missed summer nights?
Where will we get the time from to invent
that sweet slang that joins lovers together?