Crashing tears, smashing fears
Stars above, styles on earth
Can you feel the little things
That make us big

Flashing sites, carroussel nights
Trippin bites, affraid of heights
Can't you feel the little things
That make us sick

Unprobable life, unusual wife
Insatiable heart, the love appart
Can you feel the little things
That make us dig

High activity, praticle life
Ignorance, mental reduction
All by influence
Of what surrounds you

Every day has a dawn
Everything is undone

Vasco Pompaelo*