Sound of Confucio
I've started to think
that maybe it's time for a change.
A new pair of trousers, a t-shirt in pink,
here's where the future begins.
I know I'm getting old,
but "older" and "wiser" ain't the same.
The more aged, the more egoistic
and the less I'm able to learn.
I usually think I'm right,
go figure the arrogant I am.
How could I've been me
for so many years,
is difficult to understand.
So I wanna be someone else,
if possible in another place,
to wake up in the morning,
look into the mirror
and do not recognize my face.
