and the boat that flew in the sky
children were still playing I would have given the whole sea
just to get vedermeli
for the poet who can not sing
for the worker who has no more
his work for those two decades and stands
to die in a desert like a pigsty
and for all boys and girls
defending a book, a real book
so good to cry in the streets
because they are killing the thought
to the bastard who is always in the sun
for the coward who hides the heart
for our memory
thrown away by these lords of pain
still call me call me love
always love this damn
night while finishing
will fill us in here because the music and words
still call me call me love always love
in this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remained one man call me again love
still call me call me love always love
because the ideas are like butterflies
you can not take away the wings because the ideas are like
the stars that did not storm off
because the ideas are rumors of
mother who believed they had lost
and are like the smile of God
spit in this universe
still call me call me love
always love this damn
night while finishing
will fill us in here because the music and words
still call me call me love
always love
continues to write the life
between silence and thunder
defend this humanity that is so true in every man
still call me call me
still love love love
always call me because we love
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