March 10 1959 (memories Of The Taste Of Freedom)

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