In this hidden country,
With the shadows I'm playing;
trying to be myself,
painting one day ??
All that I can not be,
Always crack my song;
The sunrise is very close,
sorry, is it around me ??
The story is already known,
Not everyone explains the same;
it's hard to swallow,
the truth about the side ??
Now close to the oppressed,
a poem I want to sing,
all the bitterness,
What do they want to hide?
And singing in the empty beds,
to the mother, to her suffer;
all the time fleeting,
What are we getting rid of?
In iron, in his shout
to the frightened father
to all who suffer it ??
We listen from younger ones,
everything we have to love,
everything we have to be,
to the force imposed ??
now, near the oppressed,
I will sing a song,
cover they already have,
all the bitterness ??
In solitude,
to the intimate and the friends,
at every moment of life,
that from the hands, has fled
To those who were yesterday,
to those who are now here,
to those who still have to come?
Dear, I want to feel,
that soon everything will change:
that you will also be with me,
tomorrow?
And those who will come later,
They will never sing anymore,
this song of the oppressed,
and will not weep?
Tell me please,
now friend now,
what I want to hear,
dear, love ??
In accidents,
adversities
to those who until now have given us life ..
To those who on their way,
They have never arrived,
to those who fight,
and to the wind of freedom
Only among all we can make this a better place :)