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