This street is the place that I miss
And this splendid sky is my roof
I could fly away like an angel
And I would play with him over the Moon
This street of slums and humility
Where absolute poverty lives
Is the school of the children like me
The teacher of their famines and pains
I will live
This impossible life
Is to want burn the sea with the Sun
It's like an inhospitable world, a bad movie
That I'll forget some day
This street of sadness and scarcity
You can't see the mothers in the fairy-tales
However I can see the God of the city
Because he's the one who'll set me free
I will live
This game to lose
Escape from the prison of the 'no'
Smelling a glue so I can fly
Is like letting yourself go and believe that that way you can live
However I seek for the faith I lack inside myself
And in my heart love will be reborn
I will live, even if it is hard to do that here
It's like screaming 'Kyrie eleison'1 to the sky
But if I notice that I haven't gotten a miracle
I will never surrender, I will break free of my chains
And I will live
(I know that it's possible to live)
You will have mercy on me, kyrie eleison1
Lord, I will discover this road
And I will walk on it by your side
And I will live...
I will live.
1. a. b. Lord, have mercy