return to a land called paraiso
a place where a dying river ends
no birds dare fly over paraiso
no space allows them to endure
the smoke that screens the air
the grass that's never there
and if i could see a single bird
what a joy
i try to write some words and create
a simple song to be heard
by the rest of the world
i live in this land called paraiso
in a house made of
cardboard floors and walls
i learned to be free in paraiso
free to claim anything i see
matching rags for my clothes
plastic bags for the cold
and if empty cans were all i have
what a joy
i never fight to take someone
else's coins and live with fear
like the rest of the boys
paraiso
help me make a stand
paraiso
take me by the hand
paraiso
make the world understand
that if i could see asingle bird
what a joy
this tired and hungry land could e pect
some truth and hope and respect
from the rest of the world
and if empty cans wereall i have
what a joy
i never fight to take someone
else's coins and live with fear
like the rest of the boys
paraiso
help me make a stand
paraiso
take me by the hand
paraiso
make the world understand
that if i could see asingle bird
what a joy
this tired and hungry land could e pect
some truth and hope and respect
from the rest of the world
paraiso
help me make a stand
paraiso
take me by the hand
paraiso
make the world understand
that if i could see asingle bird
what a joy
this tired and hungry land could e pect
some truth and hope and respect
from the rest of the world
