The freedom forgot the phone at home The freedom avoids these traffic jams I have a book, I sit at the back of the tram And day by day I’m getting used to walking away on my own
The freedom is overtaking cars The freedom is opening the doors These people sit as if they’re ready to take oars Passing the square is the first stroke and this is where The journey starts
Looking forward to strange personages Looking forward to some new paysages I set the bounds I set the bounds while crowds rush around
The freedom has an all-absorbing plan The freedom has a plan and it is clear It’s no coincidence we all are here This fleeting sense I cannot catch but it pretends We’ll never strand