Spagna - March 10 1959 (memories Of The Taste Of Freedom) lyrics

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Walkin´out where my soul is called

where even stones are so mysterious

walkin´out where the pain is borne

where the chinese thorn wounds the soul of the world

where people close to the end

can believe in love again

Walkin´out through the ancient walls

children´s eyes so sweet so serious

watchin´out for a sign of love

victims of insane and destructive games

guilty of being borne when dreams are coming to an end

The dream of the people of a magic land

just to be free to love to live again

the dream of the people of a mystic land

who, who believe in love again

Leave it out in the name of love

tortures can´t keep them quiet as you want

crying out on the ancient wall

prayers will fly high you can´t keep them quiet

bad wolf with a billion heads their faith is not dead

The dream of the people of a magic land

just to be free to love to live again

the dream of the people of a mystic land

who, who believe in love again

Work it out

Gotta work it out