Nia
Dream
From Thursday evening till Friday nightIt drives you mad this pretty sightThe fake faces the fake smilesYou want escape, you close your eyesThe sandman comes you slip to dreamsA peaceful world that´s what it seemsWhile bombs are crashing down your homeYou are asleep you are aloneAnd nobody cares and nobody criesAnd all continues during this time If dreams come true, i´ll tell you mineNo dreams at all, just wake up fineIs this the goal of our lives ?Surviving just like in ancient times ?Are people just like living deadWorking for their daily bread.
From Letras Mania