If I were a rose, dear, I'd be in bloom the whole year.
I’d fill the fields with colour, both far and near.
I’d bloom for all the children. I'd bloom for the forgotten.
For true love to find us, and this very moment.
If I were a gate, son, all would be welcome,
I'd let all my brother pass, whoever wanted to come.
I would never ask them, from where they are descended,
What would make me happy is when everyone had made it
If I were a window, I would hide nothing.
So that the whole world I would be revealing
As they gazed through me, the people, they’d see it all
I might then be happy when they tear down the walls
If I were the streets here, I would always be clear.
Even in the darkest night, all could pass without fear.
And if one day, death set out on the road,
Even the earth below would swallow them up whole.
If I were a flag, sir, you'd never see me stir.
To every gust I faced, I’d be its defier.
Grant me my freedom, take me from this timber,
And I’ll no longer bend at the will, of my oppressors.