What are you thinking now, old man without a place?
It was the good time, or not…to change the world?
Loosing sight end patience behind narrow bars.
It is a small place, small. And the last time, or not?
Walking in a dark cell, but better than the white one
that surrounds the daily hypocrisy of the people you want to help.
Living my ideas, only with myself,
a narrow prison and you, a false freedom.
What are you drinking now? A bitter glass
of ideas that vanish between people fears.
Living their indifference like narrow bars.
A small prison for them and usual days.
Walking in a dark cell, but better than the white one
that surrounds the daily hypocrisy of the people you want to help.
Living my ideas, only with myself,
a narrow prison and you, a false freedom.
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* Text and music by Angelo Tino.
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