There is a road in the sky
As long as eternity
And on some clear nights
You can see a crowd going there
They are the left out
The disinherited of every et
People of no one, of no identity
They have dull eyes
Fixed gazes that no longer dream
And how much to walk then
For an extra meter of dignity
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Long as eternity
They don't call them angels
And they don't call them saints
Maybe they are men
Who are left behind like many
Like many
They don't call them angels
And they never call them
Those mouths that talk and talk
But they don't say anything
Absolutely nothing
There is a road in heaven then
And you can find your old man there
He sweats his land that
He also makes the soul sweat
There is a road in heaven
Long as eternity
They don't call them angels
And they don't call them saints
Those mouths that talk and talk
But that don't say anything
Absolutely nothing certain cone of men
Who remain men in every sense
Deeper
There is a road to heaven you know
But that doesn't go to heaven yet
C 'a road in heaven
That goes around and then returns here