Neotonii (engl) Letra

a grey crowd picks me on my nose in the dry wind sometimes ago i had an ideal or an illusion but only the misery remains here a dream, isn't it ideal? i can't see what is important in this cold world a gem, which everyone carries in his soul don't lose it don't forget it to all adults who dissipate their energy with the question "what is life"? and thus who forgot their right way can you remember? all that time you were brilliant and fraught with innocence a gem, which everyone has in his soul don't lose it remember it let's go to the elapsing time and leave there only nonessentials