■Easy

People go, people walk
on this bloodstained ground
many tears forever gone
many dreams frowned upon

People go and forget
what is dirty or correct
they will sleep in a quiet bed
dreaming of their tomorrow’s bread

And you will ask me
what I’m worried about
it’s because I’m seeing those people dying so easy

People walked, people taught?
What is buried in the ground
many wishes, many hopes
many voices and forgotten songs

And you will ask me
what I’m worried about
it’s because I’m seeing those people dying so
And you will ask me
what I’m worried about
then you will say to me
take it more easy

Someone lives, still believes
someone cries, prays and then breathes
Will I one day live in peace
free from this long rumination?

Well, yes or no…
You will ask me what I’m worried about
then you will say to me
take it more easy