Paroles Not a fairytale Rebel Bit

Not a fairytale

(Rebel Bit)

Ethereal, small,
inside you every month of the year,
in every part of the sky
in every part of the sky
Under the heat of the sun,
On the edges of roads,
a constant part in our eyes.
Always flowing in life, without waiting

no regrets,
old engine in motion.
Winged seeds

on a journey of challenges or surprises
flying like fairies hidden in the meadows

hunted by man.

Poor dandelion, you believed you were master of the world

becoming their fairy prison.

Poor dandelion that overruns as much as man on earth
Poor dandelion who sees us turn into different shapes

that always come back
that always come back

We conquer the same glorious lands but our greed makes them dry and empty.

You will be there to whisper ?just be kind?.
Braided wire in the hair, in a thousand winds.
Poor dandelion who sees us turn into different shapes,

that always come back