When all the poetry is missing
When the people only survives
When weariness kills the joy
We'll be a machine of working
If they globalize our thinking
There will be only one book with the same story
Without the magic of the fantasy
The music of the world won't have a place
I wonder
Who's gonna sing
Who's gonna dream
Who's gonna play the melody of love
Who's gonna sing
Who's gonna dream
Who's gonna ask for the singer to not silence
If every people has a president
That at least rhymes with people
When the share becomes more coherent
We'll have a planet with identity
When love becomes the most urgent
The eastern war won't have an excuse
When racism doesn't have relatives
I'll feel proud of mankind