Smashing our TV sets,
Freeing ourselves from our chains, oh no
And forgetting that we're grownups,
Laughing of our sorrows till we cry, oh no
Giving back their youth to our eyes,
Their innocence to our games
When the Earth loses its direction
One, two, three, sunshine
Turning our bruises into a sky,
Our bandages into wings
Drawing hopscotch games on the ground of hell
Going higher, oh oh [x4]
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Letting our mirrors fall to the ground,
Wining seven years of happiness, oh no
On the walls keeping us apart,
Gaining altitude, oh
Turning our bruises into a sky,
Our bandages into wings
Drawing hopscotch games on the ground of hell
Going higher, oh oh
Seeing the life of our unending clouds
And opening the cages of our hearts
That are fighting, that are fighting
Going higher, oh oh