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This melody could be the story of us

These sounds recount pieces of our usual lives

Differences join us in a dim canvas

Clashes make us stronger

But at the same time they weaken us

But when we’re there it’s as if our cores

Become a single one

Tears and jokes, rage and thoughts

Let’s enter the people’s depth

This drama could be the melody of us

Visionary view through our arms and minds

But when we’re there it’s as if our cores

Become a single one

Tears and jokes, rage and thoughts

Let’s enter the sightseer’s heart

As the paint in a gallery

Touches deeply sightseer’s heart

Joy is everything skims over our wall

Suffering and pain weaken us as far as going away

But a gaze towards the sky where sun is wonder

Where nothing becomes world

Where our light shines