Blind Justice -

Old guilts, modern lies

When the desert will arrive

Souls marked by the birth

Hungry children of this life

Different cultures, distant worlds

It’s a matter of points of view

What to eat… Which car to buy… What child to save…

Why?

It is hard for me, I can’t believe it Why?

The world is strange

In what we’ve to believe?

Blind, life and dreams, life and sleep

In the house of blind justice

Blind, life and dreams, life and sleep

Development, civilization

Hypnotized by television

All accuse, they all keep silence

Like a sterotype