Return to a land called paraiso
A place where a dying river ends
No birds there fly over paraiso
No space allows them to endure
The smoke that screens the air
The grass that's never their
And if I could see a single bird
What a joy I tried to write some words
And create a single word to be heard by the rest of the world
I lived in this land called paraiso
In a house made of cardboard floors and wall
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 try to take some else's coins
And live with fear like the rest of the voice
Paraiso
Help me make a stand
Paraiso
Take me by the hand
Paraiso
Make the world understand
And if I could see a single bird
What I joy
This tired and hungry land
Could expect
Some truth and hope and respect from the rest of the world
Paraiso
Help me make a stand
Paraiso
Take me by the hand
Paraiso
Make the world understand
And 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
And 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
Paraiso
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