Sweet Illusions

SWEET ILLUSIONS

If all the people in the world,

suddenly held hands

a great chain of people,

from here until tomorrow.

If all the planes of the world,

would take off for the sky

and scatter good messages,

of purity and love.

If on each injustice that is created,

we spray soap and water,

there won't be any deprivation (of priviledges)

or a stage for rebelling

if all the leaders of the world,

raised a glass to a toast (to life)

all the world's soldiers

they'd dress in pink

Illusions, sweet illusions

that I see, when I close an eye,

Illusions, sweet illusions

that I hear, when I fall asleep to the news.

If we plan flowers - colourful and

pretty in every zone,

then in each field or even any desert,

suddenly there'll be style.

If a cute knight on a white horse,

will ride waiting at the doorstep,

then I'll turn to a princess

and he'll have a palace.

If to each starving (person) in the world,

we (will) give a bag of flour,

then he'll start to live a life of honour

in the midst of reality.

If we stop the clock,

the now time will flow for me forever,

all the people will live

a life of happiness and liberty.

Illusions, sweet illusions...