Manana

I drove between the lemon trees Imagination of my daydreams And I thought about their golden leaves Manana was this dream But suddenly hell broke in my mind After friends had showed me kind Illusion instead of confidence Some fellows won't give us a chance But as ugly as their burdens in purse As ugly is their wares One more will be less That's a sign for the person at the fence There will be no gain with illusion if we play All that was left illusions only stray With all intention You have to force it With all your action You have to push it If all that want it And all respect it I guarantee you will see You will see You will see