In the passageways of this place
The eyes are gazed by its tortured souls
Streets full of walking bones
Agora!
(D)
Let's go in this promised land
children of the war
Come back to me
(The Children with the guns)
Show it to me!
While the two of us are still on the streets
Then, in the sun i see
I can see a miracle It's so intense
Im my dreams I've seen your face
Im my dreams I've seen your face
In my dreams I've your face
Im my dreams