The darker you get, the cold night
We are as bright as any star
You become an axe for our roots.
Dont doubt that were going to hit you again.
Im going to break all the rules.
What are you going to do with the song of laughter؟
You have blocked the path of our dreams, but
What are you going to do with our bird feathers?
You cant deny the sun
Even behind shadows and curtains
One day well all be pigeons.
No one is left behind the fences.
Our dark night is coming to tomorrow
An old nightmare comes to a dream
When our hands are in everyones hands
I say that a miracle will come
