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...