Verse 1
The people of 72, they don't fit anywhere
They want to grow fir trees on water lilies
Heartbroken to remember the age of gold
Makes you miss the good chapters and some crazy pages
We need motivation, not mood plumbers
Bad tongues only shoot at the ambulance
The rules of the game, I bend them
Punctual but out of trend words in the chest
The war is over you can now speak
Rap was better before when it sang armed
Here it smells of pessimism
Forbids Passism or...
Chorus
Returns to 72
If you were there
The future disgusts you
But the present is here
Verse 2
We breathe even when we hate the 'air
Just as we deal with our times
As they are
My desire is interstellar
Unfulfilled because of our overly calculated time
One full moon night you remained frozen
Since then you have been using the same calendar
It takes courage to refuse the future
And sew up your future with cracks
Nostalgia was good when it was just old people
You're homesick at home! You just have to take the plane
Come feel a good handful of grass
Let all these blues evaporate or...
Chorus

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