I'm from a village where the children
snarl at the neighbour's house
and this one, when he saw them bare their teeth
sent them away with insults directed to their grandfathers
I'm from a vilage conscious enough,
rich, diverse and full of feeling
where they don't look at you with laughter whilst you walk through the street
for having dressed or loved differently
I'm from a village where everyone shares what they have
currency born from exchange
Where work isn't work, but just another space
to grow the story of a dream
I'm from a village so small
known for it's beauty
and where with four streets you can't get lost
therefore tenderness will always guide you
I'm from a pioneer village
where conflicts are resolved from up high
where you won't see fights in the middle of the street
nor between the children
I'm from a village where everyone shares what they have
currency born from exchange
Where work isn't work, but just another space
to grow the story of a dream
In my village, everyone sings into the wind
I imagine it with innocence
In my village, everyone sings into the wind
and it will live if we keep its essence
In my village, everyone sings into the wind
I imagine it with innocence
In my village, everyone sings into the wind
and it will live if we keep its essence