He's almost twenty years old and he's already
tired of dreaming,
But behind the cement is your home,
your world, your city.
Think that the fence is only
a piece of metal,
something that can never stop
your desire to fly.
Free,
Like the sun when it dawns,
I am free like the sea ...
... like the bird that escaped from his prison
and can, at last, fly ...
... like the wind that gathers my lament
and my regret,
road without ceasing
behind the truth
and I will know what it is at last, freedom.
With his love for montera he left
singing a song,
he was so happy that he heard
the voice that called him,
and lying on the ground he stayed
smiling and not talking,
on his chest crimson flowers,
they sprouted without ceasing ...
Free,
Like the sun when it dawns,
I am free like the sea ...
... like the bird that escaped from his prison
and can, at last, fly ...
... like the wind that gathers my lament
and my regret,
road without ceasing
behind the truth
and I will know what it is at last, freedom.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)