Dreams buried in the attic
They can not sleep anymore
Summer is coming
One of those love years

Under the foot pulse, sidewalks
They live under tension
Bad wind memories
It exults from memory
A deck of new cards
The day smells like a beginning
Why a serious face?
When the world is doing well

I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
I do not want to run to the stars
Let the stars run to me
I do not want to capture the day
When I have weeks in my hand
So nice
It's so nice

I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
In the end, I have my time
It's probably a good moment
I do not want to run to the stars
Run to the stars
Whoa!

The street sings loudly
Despite the lack of words
The river of throat spills onto an empty square

I have a new gait and sound
And I have new people
Let the new ghost scare you
Nobody will sleep anymore
A new sun glow
They would burn our eyelids
We will see the world
Naked, strangers

I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
I do not want to run to the stars
Let the stars run to me
I do not want to capture the day
When I have weeks in my hand
So nice
It's so nice

I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
In the end, I have my time
It's probably a good moment
I do not want to run to the stars
Run to the stars

I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
I do not want to run to the stars
Let the stars run to me
I do not want to capture the day
When I have weeks in my hand
So nice
Yeah!

I do not want to go against the wind
When it blows in the right direction
In the end, I have my time
It's probably a good moment
I do not want to run to the stars
I do not want to run to the stars

It's so nice
I do not want

I do not want
So nice

I do not want to go to the stars
I do not want to go to the stars
I do not want to capture the day
So nice

So nice