Sem título #001

Is there hope beyond these grey fields,

Is there a smile behind this frown?

Let's climb the walls and the garbage cans

Let's paint some colors on this town

The poetry on abandoned buildings

Like rhymes waiting to be found

And this will be the music we will sing out loud

And the rain will fall upon us like a goodbye's kiss

And the night surrounding us won't seem so dark

And all the faces that we see won't be just faces anymore

Do you see it now?

Perhaps we have just found a way out

And we will shake hands with the beggars

Take the same bus to nowhere

The best of luck for you all who just won't be there

And this will be our victory, my friends

No one will bother to fight us back

There will be at least one truth we won't forget

There is hope beyond these grey fields

There's a smile behind this frown

Let's climb the walls and the garbage cans

Let's paint some colors on this town

The poetry on abandoned buildings

Like rhymes waiting to be found

And this will be the music we will sing out loud

This will be the music we will sing out loud