Paraiso

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 wrire some words and create
A single 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 a single bird
What a joy!
This tired and hungry land could expect
Some truth and hope and respect
From the rest of the world
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 a single bird
What a joy!
This tired and hungry land could expect
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 a single bird
What a joy!
This tired and hungry land could expect
Some truth and hope and respect
From the rest
That if I could see a single bird
What a joy!
This tired and hungry land could expect
Some truth and hope and respect
From the rest
Of the world



Credits
Writer(s): Raymundo Cipriano, P Cayabyab, Cayabyab Raymundo Cipriano P, Cayabyab Ryan
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