We dont have the same flag,
Nor the same color of skin,
We dont have the same language,
The same culture,the same pictures,
We dont have the same roots,
Dont have the same idols that fascinate us,
But each of us is alive
with the same color of blood
And we all have the same Sun,
And the same moon on our sleep,
And we all have a hand to reach out,
Could we really still wait?
We dont have the same lifestyle,
Different ways, different costumes,
We dont have the same stories
But our mixes make the story
We dont have the same parents,
But we are all still kids,
And we all issue of a metissage,
Became crazy but born so wise
And we all have the same Sun,
And the same moon on our sleep,
And we all have a hand to reach out,
Could we really still wait?
Because we all have the same planet
That begs us to be less cruel,
And we all have a hand to reach out,
Could we really still wait?
A hand with our differences
And the power to make it an opportunity
Because we all have the same Sun
And the same moon on our sleep
And we all have a hand to reach out
Could we really still wait?
Because we all have the same planet
That begs us to be less cruel,
And we all have a hand to reach out,
Could we really still wait?
Because we all have the same Sun,
And the same moon on our sleep,
And we all have a hand to reach out,
Could we really still wait?
Because we all have the same Sun
And we all have a hand to reach out
Could we still only wait?