They told me that under the asphalt
There's a different world
With people who never saw the sun
And doesn't know the noises.
That there's a completely black kid
Who spends his time painting
And doesn't know the colors
He paints made up blues.
In the corner of my house
A river of ink sprouted
With people like the people
But a bit different.
They have a blue sky king
Who doesn't scare anybody
He can't rule anybody
He's just a king because he likes it.