You´re wrong

Mention me a place in which you could live… I mean “really” live
Where money doesn´t be responsible of your state of mind
Where intolerance be not more than an old unpleasant souvenir

*It ain´t pessimism what make me speak
It´s realism
Even though you wanna see it different
You can´t… you just can´t
You can have a pessimist attitude or an optimist one
But it´s the realist who get less harmed
But it´s who suffer the most as well*
If the blindness cloak cover up your eyes
Don´t blame the ones who see clear

The heat of the sun shelters your skin
In the noon of sad thoughts
You try to overturn in happy souvenirs
But grief for unlucky times that you had to lived
Make you stumble again

*Chorus

Between nostalgia for things you have never lived
And probably will never do
And sadness for having lost things you lived and loved
You submerged in grey clouds
It ain´t weakness to recognize the fail
Neither of cowardice to recognize to can´t do what they has commended us
It´s a hard task to lead towards the end

*Chorus

Ever surrounded by troubles, economical troubles
Surrounded by people who don´t think
Or think too much in the void
Troubles that put in our way, day by day
That fortify and grow up
That creat antibodies so you can´t fight for

*Chorus

And now I ask you
Is it pessimist to speak about those children
That have nothing to eat, neither roof nor ground
And only ask to live for?
Is it pessimist to speak about what´s going on this earth
That forgot all sense of compassion for those
That don´t enjoy from the same pleasures?
Is it pessimism or is it realism?

*Chorus

Let me tell you must be an asshole
If you think that it´s pessimism what don´t let me live