Fake hallucination from Berlin
I can hear their voices clearly, low and suffocated
I smell the fear, the whirlwind of their thoughts, unaccomplished
they can pass through, under this controlled sky tonight
whatever they find out there, they will stop this fight
I can hear my voice clearly, low and suffocated
I smell my fear, the whirlwind of my thoughts, unaccomplished
I can pass through, under this unattended mind tonight
whatever I find out there, I will stop this fight
there's a light they can see, a thin line breaking the trunk
there's a choice they can make, a simple faithful act
what will they do then? how will they build a new beginning?
no matter what, no matter how, freedom is not a sightseeing
there's a light I can see, a thin line breaking my time
there's a choice I can make, a simple faithful act to find
what will I do then? how will I build a new beginning?
no matter what, no matter how, freedom is not a sightseeing
Make it happen, let this wall fall down
make their dreams come true, raise these people from the ground
who may forgive this insane world? who may erase all the pain?
only love, only love, only love will cut this chain
Make it happen, let this wall fall down
make my dreams come true, raise me from the ground
who may forgive my insane world? who may erase all the pain?
only love, only love, only love will wash away this mourning rain
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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