It's a wound that doesn't heal
Wet by the same tear
Like him, a thousand others with him
Leaves in the wind now
They have no land, they have no identity
/>No passport to freedom
Like him, with her, a thousand others
A silence now
Looking for, just one day to live
Of normal and very sweet things
One day when there is no fear
But it's not here yet
And already the sky is snowing, it's snowing thickly
You can't pretend of not realizing
That they are women they are men
Like you, like me like the others
There are many who chase destiny you know
A journey now
Searching in the darkness, a day to live
Of normal and very sweet things
A day where there is no fear
But it's not here yet, and already
A day that isn't here yet
But when it comes you'll see
The sky will clear, it will be Sunday
The sky will clear, it will be Sunday , it will be Sunday

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