Original lyrics

EN

I`m tired of being a pious man Can not stand my face in the mirror Who was it that turned out the light? My speeches are not based on love I thought not have limites for freedom My wish was my best subject I was a dead man disguised as hero Until the carpenter came to tell me Words that tranform Words are true Nothing will be like before When you decide Your hands Will be able to perform miracles Your heart will no longer be A pit of vanity The world will be small For your peace mission Boing boing Flight more difficult In my heart but i insist Boing boing Flying more beautiful Starting in my heart my brother