Onto a street,or maybe in a room
behind thousand windows
We were watching in the same direction.
And the story stops
When the fathers are tired;
hate passed over us
without parting.
It was California, it was freedom.
What a breath in our throats
To remake the reality!
It was California, it was away from there
I didn’t know towards what
But I was breathing it:
It seemed like sky…
Just look at me now
And tell me what you see:
Not everything has passed
But the dream when interrupted will no longer be alike.
Maybe sailing almost without stars
it’s even more pleasant:
there’s nothing lost,
nothing that can’t carry on...
We are California,
We are freedom!
Clenched fists in our pockets,
blood, strawberries, reality!
We are California,
We are freedom,
Just we, while looking at it,
and it still seems to us,
it still seems like sky!