Where are ourselves when we are "we"

If u smell some grass burning in the air, in a outumm evening....
if u feel the smell of the rain that comes with wet dust flavours...
if u laugh in the middle of the bus...and nobody knows why
u are in all, just for love....

if u feel a new plexus when u see her....
if u listen around a shopping just laughing people...
if u like the sound of your feets on a cinema lobby
u are in all, just for love...

if u feel that in some pint, all of our pasts are in the same place...
u are in all, just for love....

if u wanna find me, just take a trip to 1998....
walk in adrogue city streets in may when the trees begin to turn into gold....
if u wanna love me, just take the train that goes to Temperley
and give a coin to the old woman in the stairs....
im there too....

if u wanna come with me....
remember for me sometimes, my inner beauty lights....
when the arrival day comes....ill be there....
u are in all, just for love...

if u wanna make a mission
take an open source life...while u copy cds looking the rain on the windows...
simple task take the spirit of ages...
we are here, because we were there....
u are in all, just for love....

if u wanna be free
say hello to your garden...better in saturday mornings...just like right now...
if u wanna stay with me in my memories....
just open a book of love, and write about yourself...with gratitude
u are in all, just for love....

the evenining doesnt die anymore on poverty...
but, will keep on sleeping on the arms of this smell to life....
u are in all, my God, just for love....

and the history continues