Alberto Cipolla the shacks 2 0

Here they live
Soil upon your feet
You can see their eyes
Breathing inner freedom
No Wall Street
No economy
Just the rustling wind
Pushing forward tumbleweeds
Dust in the hand wrinckles
Running through the wood
Just for fun
Let's get rid of our ties
Living free
As real human beings
And forget this world
'Cause the world is drowning
The world is falling down