Mozart! & The superb generous souls
That gave their life´s like a poem
Brought a ritual way of living
No spotlights on, just ears
Listen to them! the old superlative
Like spears flying in the desert
Of years... They cannot reach our side
Their immortality isn´t near
We live, but we don´t listen
We are the desert, No thirst after all
No inspiration

Escaping from the dark
Humanity howls
The mundane it´s so global
No sense of uncertainty, of magic
No glorious feeling, no mastery

Not a drop of excitement
We need no greedy, obscure ways of living
But we sure need Enlightenment
Music and Passion