It says that it is steep and that it does not reach
that has only come to the pain
says he has lost good hope
and takes refuge in the mercy of illusion.
I know the insides of your complaint
because I suffered the disappointment
it was a long night that time clears
while this song sounds in my memory:
Come hope, come alone to me
Frost, fly the hummingbird
swell the sail, roar the engine
Without hope, where does love go?
When I'm a kid, take out the account
of my age for the year two thousand
The two thousand sounded like an open door
to wonders that whistled the future.
But now that it comes closer I take into account
that again I have to wait
that the wonders will come somewhat slowly
because the world is still very young.
Come hope, stop by here
come forty, come two thousand
come hope, of any color
green, red or black, but with love.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)