Under a path that will take me
to a pier that will reveal to me
because violence exists in
true if the sea only has
storm.
where will those souls go?
of evil if the devil no longer gives
for more if a spell
turn war into peace I
I want to be a sorcerer more.
I feel a man who exclaims
your freedom a woman feels
love again.
Convert that blood into waters
of sea with which we
we can wet and wash
our eyes to see better
the world in which we want to live
where different races are
can feel like petals
the same flower is perhaps a
mystery the planet today
we come from the same
explosion.
I feel a man who exclaims
his freedom an old man feels
love again.
It is necessary to look for
in and discover our
reason it is necessary to change the
moment and generate something better
your body has golden thorns
I want to take them out with my heart.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)