With his hand he lifts, to the past I say goodbye,
and the future that will come say that it hangs by a thread,
and the present here with you hand in hand.
Hey my brother enjoy the way (BIS)
With the hand up, I will touch
bri, bri, I'm touching the sky.
With the hand up, I will touch
bri, bri, I'm touching the sky.
On tiptoe pa'tocar, I go up a step
writing another song, from stairs to heaven,
I'm looking for a place to jump, to give me wings to fly,
reality at ground level.
With raised hands, they did not see us when passing,
How many hands do we have to raise to listen again?
Sleep the imagination, your shield not protection,
intuiting the movement.
With the hand up, I will touch
bri, bri I'm touching the sky.
With the hand up, I will touch
bri, bri I'm touching the sky.
Searching, cando, cando .......
I jumped the fence, I ran a thousand battles
but here I am again.
I lost my breath but I do not feel
I look for a run to jump, to jump .....
With the hand lifts
I will touch myself
With the raised hand, I will touch the sky (BIS)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)