I wish to fly so far,
Far enough to blossom what could,
Far from what noises that can be deciphered.
To a place thats not known by destruction of men,
Only by the hearts that beat.
A place thats not drowned by sorrows,
But by sparrows.
Where colors shine,
Love it true,
And trees grow.
I like the solitude,
Where i don't have to speak,
But dance to the drums that beat.
Where rain is considered as peace,
Where people like to meet the smiles they used to greet.