(Verse 1) Wind in my hands, a fleeting caress On children's faces, in a silent time. Black metal birds, crossing the gray skies, Flying in flocks, over the playground, shattering the mirages. Dust between my fingers, a distant memory, Of scorched lands and dreams, vanished in a flash. (Chorus) Man wants to feel strong, in the blood spilled, In an echo of war, a sealed fate. But when will this wounded humanity change? When will the strongest be the one who gives, the one who offers life? Distilling well-being, love without borders, Without race, nor walls, for all children. (Verse 2) There is a seed of hope, hidden deep within, An ancient desire, wandering around the world. To embrace differences, unleash chains, And build bridges, where now there are sorrows. The laughter of children, a song in the morning, They should guide us, towards a new destiny. (Chorus) Man wants to feel strong, in the blood spilled, In an echo of war, a fate sealed. But when will this wounded humanity change? When the strongest will be the one who gives, the one who offers his life? Distilling well-being, love without borders, Without race, nor walls, for all children. (Bridge) Who will understand, one day not far off, That true power is holding hands? That the greatest strength is not in destroying, But in healing and uniting, in being welcomed? (Chorus) Man wants to feel strong, in the blood spilled, In an echo of war, a fate sealed. But when will this wounded humanity change? When the strongest will be the one who gives, the one who offers his life? Distilling well-being, love without borders, Without race, nor walls, for all children. (Outro) Wind in my hands, a hope that never dies, That one day this earth will know only love. Who will ever understand this one day? Perhaps it is already among us, in each of our returns.
