Paraiso(Instrumental Version)
Return to a land called Paraiso,
- Return to a land called Paraiso,
- A place where a dying river ends.
- No birds dare fly over Paraiso,
- No space allows them to endure.
- The smoke that screens the air,
- The grass that's never there.
- And if i could see a single bird,
- what a joy.
- I try to write some words and create
- A simple song to be heard
- By the rest of the world.
- I live in this land called paraiso,
- In a house made of cardboard
- floors and walls.
- I learned to be free in Paraiso,
- Free to claim anything i see.
- Matching rags for my clothes,
- Plastic bags for the cold.
- And if empty cans were all I have
- what a joy.
- I never fight to take
- Someone else's coins and live with fear
- Like the rest of the boys.
- Paraiso,
- Help me make a stand.
- Paraiso,
- Take me by the hand
- Paraiso,
- Make the world understand
- That if i could see a single bird,
- what a j
- This tired and hungry land
- could expe
- Some truth and hope and respect
- From the re
- of the world
- [Instrumental]
- And if empty cans were all I have
- what a joy.
- I never fight to take someone
- Else's coins and live with fear
- Like the rest of the boys.
- Paraiso,
- Help me make a stand.
- Paraiso,
- Take me by the hand
- Paraiso,
- Make the world understand
- That if i could see a single bird,
- what a j
- This tired and hungry land
- could expe
- Some truth and hope and respect
- From the re
- of the world
- Paraiso,
- Help me make a stand.
- Paraiso,
- Take me by the hand
- Paraiso,
- Make the world understand
- That if i could see a single bird,
- what a j
- This tired and hungry land
- could expe
- Some truth and hope and respect
- From the re
- That if i could see a single bird,
- what a joy
- This tired and hungry land
- could expect
- Some truth and hope and respect
- From the rest
- Of the world...
Comments 2
It's supposed to be an unwinding song yet now merely a regretful memory
💓 💖💖💖Good job!