Feet dived in the fresh river,
Mind lost high in the clouds
Then I'm fine, yes I'm all right,
The bright sun warming my soul
But somewhere people starve,
Why children have lost their laughter?
The holy Californian Dream's
Out of reach behind its borders'
Judas' world
You never wanna see'
By your own
The doom that lies down here
Self-styled civilized
We'll surely strike bottom
Greediness just drives us blind
The same mistake than before'
We are not always aware
Of what happens everywhere
But in many other lands,
They don't have the chance we get
Still lying to ourselves,
For anything we moan
We are just an easy prey,
We don't know what's good or wrong'
You the wise man, the way you live 's so clear
In harmony with what's around, you always stand still'