The day the walls of the citys will crumble away
uncuvering our naked souls, we'll all start singing, shouting, screaming loud, loud, loud, loud The day the circus horses will stop turing around, running fast through the green valleys, we'll sing and cry and shout loud, loud, loud, loud The day the cans will lay in heaps their wheels turing in vain, we'll run along the empty highways shouting, screaming, singing loud, loud, loud, loud |
The day young boys will stop becoming soldiers,
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Musique : V. Papathanassiou
paroles : Costas Ferris