Paraiso
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
- 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 colds
- 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 joy
- This tired and hungry land could expect
- Some truth and hope and respect
- From the rest
Love this song #paraiso #smokeymountain #wesing
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2020-7-24 14:56
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your voice is so incredicle
wooow..sana maisama kta sa paraiso ko
nice one