Sometimes he calls some Enemies friends And from enemies some friends The enemy is what he is The ground is rougher than a hug Run or walk, smile or cry For a deep search, truths and lies For a cruel people destiny Choose a good coffe The heart can indeed lead You to the wrong side Where Love is not created Culture is frear Run from the lights Someone once made us fly The blinding lights never forgive Anyone at night There is no mountain so hight That it makes you cry Sometimes your look Makes the place Meet you in the Sky The earth has gone mad In sanity in the place of the Sun And in the streets without love Cities gave way to hills In a land without love The river changes color We change our mood Things mold themselves to us Love has moved away from us But the welcome sign Just want to say goodbye You to the wrong side Where love is not created Culture is frear