And the boat that flew in the sky
that children were still playing
I would have given the whole sea
just to get vedermeli
For the poet who can not sing for
'worker who no longer has his job
for those twenty years and stands
to die in the desert like a pigsty
and for all boys and girls
defending a book, a real book
so good to cry in the streets because they are killing the
thought for the bastard who is always in the sun
for the coward who hides the heart
for our memory
thrown away from the pain these people still love
Call me Call me What
always love this damn night while finishing
will fill us in here because the music and words
Call
still love
Call me always love
In this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remain one man still love
Call Call Call
still love always love
Why
ideas are like butterflies that you can not take away the wings
because the ideas are like stars that
not stopped, the time for ideas
items are
mother who believed to have lost
and are like the smile of God
spit in this universe still love
Call me Call me What
always love this damn night while finishing
will fill us in here because
music and words still love
Call Call
always love
Keep writing life between
silence and thunder
defend this humanity that is so true in every man
Call Call
still love still love love always
Call Call Call
still love always love
What should this wretched night
even finish because
fill us in here
of music and words
still love Call me Call me always love
In this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remained one man
still love Call me Call me
still love
Call me always love
Why we love
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