I want to hear
the paperboy yell,
I want to feel
the deep rebirth of his proclamation
and to move
the people with the throat
of those who work and sing
living to the full.
I want to hear
the paperboy yell,
and to discover
in his hands the inked truth,
and to share
the bohemians strength,
that hurries the morning
with the light of its friendship.
Lararai larará
lararai larará
There will always be
the paperboy yell,
because it's the voice
of all the corners of the country.
And that sparrow chirping,
is taken through the neighbourhoods
by the country paperboys,
The country paperboys sing it,
it's born from the heart.
I want to hear
the paperboy yell,
it's born from the heart
from the country paperboys.
It's born from the heart...