They are the new heroes,
the boys who
face tough life with fists.
The new heroes because
it is not easy
to fight against fear every day.
Those who do not get
to see later
that you suffer more during the trip around the world
and the friends who
burn the years
on the benches if they do not go to the background.
The scream you hear is not the wind,
it is many moving voices.
And here it is,
I also need from you
and from that who
has heart inside.
And you will be
more of a presence
which gives us more strength.
Under these skies (these skies)
this large (grey) sheet
where too many people cannot understand.
Know that there is no (no, there is not)
a single silence (single one)
which the music cannot fill.
The wave you see is not a river,
it is many hands raised up together.
And we,
who are the new heroes,
who are those who
the warriors will never know.
Let us look for
the example of loyalty
which will serve tomorrow.
The wave you see is not a river,
it is many hands raised up together.
People of my generation
are not called the final song.