We'll go listen to Harlem on the corner of Manhattan
We'll go drink tea in the souks in Amman
We'll go swimming in the bed of the Senegal River
And we'll see »see Bombay under a Bengal fire
We will go and scrape the sky below Kyoto
We will go and feel Rio beat in the heart of Janeiro
We will raise our eyes to the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
And we will raise our glasses in the Pushkin café
Oh how beautiful our luck is
With the thousand colors of the human being
Mé layers of our differences
At the crossroads of destinies
You are the stars we are the universe
You are in a grain of sand we are the death serves
You are a thousand sentences and I am the pen
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
You are the horizon and we are the sea
You are the seasons and we are the earth
You are the shore and I am the foam
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
They say that poets have no flags
br/>We will celebrate days when we have two heroes
We will know that children are the guardians of the soul
And that there are queens as much as there are there are women
We will say that encounters make the most beautiful journeys
We will see that we only deserve what is shared
We will hear music from elsewhere
br/>And we will know how to give the best we have
Oh how beautiful our luck is
With the thousand colors of the human being
Mixed of our differences
At the crossroads of destinies
You are the stars we are the universe
You are in a grain of sand we are the desert
You are a thousand sentences and I am the pen
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
You are the horizon and we are the sea
You are the seasons and we are the earth
You are the shore and I am the foam
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
You are the stars we are the universe
You are in a grain of sand we are the desert
You are a thousand sentences and I am the feather
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
You are the horizon and we are there sea
You are the seasons and we are the earth
You are the shore and I am the foam
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

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