don’t bother me please
by andré boniatti
i wouldn’t judge anybody.
the people are good and bad,
are sad and happy,
but I don’t know ‘bout their reasons.
sometimes i’m bad too.
but between the badness and the goodness
there is always the reality,
and sometimes it is cruel,
and sometimes it’s
i judging a man deaf ‘cause he doesn't have ears
as if i was judging the surface without knowing the depth.
if i had any truth, if i was christian mussulman
i would judge some mistake in the other ones,
i would want to save their souls or lose them…
but i haven’t religion or moral,
neither political thoughts,
i like to be alienated and love the other ones as they are,
with the past that they tell and the thoughts that they’re used to live with,
if i admit any pray
it’s that we could give our hands.
‘cause the hands can build or
but if hand in hand we’re hugged
we will always to entwine,
like a daisy chain as could say our common imagination.
judging somebody ‘cause he or she is different of us
it was like we could judge the water bad ‘cause it’s not fire,
the wind as good ‘cause it’s not earth.
but the wind ups the dust,
but the fire's extinguished with the water.
i don’t judge neither a killer.
i don’t know ‘bout his reasons.
i don’t judge neither me.
i don’t know who i am,
what i’ll do tomorrow.
god could judge me,
but god, when he said: "let there be",
he didn’t judge that were bad his creation,
and could i be the one to say that is good or bad what
i prefer loving it.
each one is just oneself.
and everybody is a little crazy.
so can you judge as you’re used to,
but ‘bout me:
don’t bother me please!