The evening falls on the shoulders of a man who is leaving
Beyond the night, in his heart a secret will be carried
Among houses and churches a woman is looking for who is no longer there
And in your name how many people will not return

Freedom, how many have you made cry
Without you how much loneliness
Until living will make sense
I will live to have you
Freedom, when a choir will rise
It will sing to have you

There is a blank check on the pain and on the skin of men
Cynicism grows every day towards the humble
But a sun is born in the night and in the heart of the weak
And from the silence a voice will be reborn
Looking for you

Freedom, how many have you made cry
Without you how much loneliness
Until living will make sense
I will live to have you (to have you)

Freedom (freedom)
Without ever crying again
Without you how much loneliness
Until living will make sense
I will live to have you (to have you)

Freedom (freedom)
When a choir will rise
It will sing

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