There's a land where you pray for freedom day to day with no response
Where the children say no to roses, but yes to swords
How could we support this life?
Cuz' we have the dream of being free and fly
Those who passed away
Transforming into angels are dying again
Falling with no feathers in this escapeless prison hell
And there are no more stars so we can wish a better life
And someone forgot to tell me that I'm not able to fly
How could we support this life?
Cuz' we have the dream of being free and fly
There's a land where you pray for freedom day to day with no response
Where the children say no to roses, but yes to swords
How could we support this life?
Cuz' we have the dream of being free and fly

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