No, I don't want to sing
On words that cry
Like the cry of a violin too black
We see life with the eyes of the heart
Nothing we will prevent you from believing in it
Believe in the new world
that we have in our heads
Believe in ourselves to change tomorrow
Believe even in lies
if that stop them
Believe in the lines of our hands
Believe in the sky flooded with birds
Still believe in the space of your arms
Believe in the color of your skin
Believe that we will walk more in step
Believe in time when we are twenty years old
Believe that we can build
On volcanic soil
Believe that we can shout crazy
When we have love in us