Some dreams are made for children But most of them grow old with us And when the air can hope to hold on And to the ground from dust to rust. The future is unwritten! El futuro no esta escrito! Burning lights in the desert Such a sign only you would know, Your running tyres, They're out of pressure, Such a sign only you would know. The future is unwritten! El futuro no esta escrito! Some dreams are made for children But most of them grow old with us And when the air can hope to hold on And to the ground from dust to rust. The future is unwritten! El futuro no esta escrito!