No,


not there and not hidden,Foxtake your responsibilitiesI can see youI do, scatter youIt is not the road to be taken, don’t speak, don’t thinkAnd cover your mouth, but show your eyesI have to see where your’ looking atGo on TV the
boredom is there to listen to youHow many
we have lost, won, received share, to takeShow you on the webHow many evictions this year ?
How many flights ?
How many expulsion today ?How many expulsions this year?

White, salt, pearle fallFall on the ground,And disapear
The day goes, slow downWhere do we go from here ?
Hold me and tell me,Why on the ground, and here ?
All your fingers inside,As time goes byAs a little wave on my backThe reasons change as clouds
Pass all the day so slowly,
Hold me and tell me why i go away and far
And when the wind gets up, i’m never sure,To walk, on the good side.