Come lift your head, open your eyes: before you are a people, a crowd
waiting for you to walk to the path that leads to happiness.
Happiness is sad, moves farther away when we have fury in us.
What is left: open your eyes to walk your own path.
Take love with you.
Maybe you'll be the one who'll lead and will open for us a gate,
Through which we will enter hollow and be filled with joy, without sorrow.
And with you we will walk to a different place,
A rising stone path, a rising sun, with you we will rise.
We will come in peace -- it is the only way.
The day will arrive when we know we can live differently,
Without religious wars, without fences and flags,
Without old hatred, with a hoarse guitar
That will play and will play and will play for us another love song.
When you lift your head you'll discover that we are like the wind,
Whispering, caressing, and suddenly, we, too, are a storm.
Hollow most of the time, and walking on the certain side,
That will certainly lead us all to take medicine...that will bring love.
If you find the gate, we will all follow you,
We will not remain hollow, because we also have a heart that knows
To give free love, without wanting anything.
A rising stone path, new days, we've lived enough in the desert.
We will come in peace...