To the unreal and the fairy life
Are you really that old my friend?
That you no longer dream at nights?
Are we really over my friend?
Are you gone and are you all right?
Are you walking this way my friend?
To see the red, yellow and purple sky
Is there something more my friend,
To say, to scream, to laugh, to lie?
And is this real my friend?
I am standing and I see no light.
Are we really talking my friend?
I can see you pretend
and I can’t hide my smile.
Are you really sure my friend?
That I won’t be so you will be right?
You should see more my friend,
You don’t need more courage;
just close your eyes.
You should let it fall my friend,
You can let go and we can get high.
