There’s a part of me
that it doesn’t know to remain silent
when i see the hate that exists
the pain, the poverty
I see myself when i was i child
that I was running in the blue
It was wonderful to fly away, to defy the wind, the imagination
your hand and mine, in the same poetry, it was wonderful
But one night you’ll see
I’ll get out of my destiny, i promise
if life wait for us
we will return down there
It will be wonderful to fly away, to still defy the imagination
and then your hand and mine, in the same poetry
it was wonderful, it was wonderful
cause there isn’t peace till
everybody thinks of himself
it was wonderful to fly away, to defy the wind, the imagination...
your hand and mine, in the same poetry.
it was wonderful, it was wonderful