Streets With Flamboyants

I want space
Otherwise I do it;
Feature,
I knead and pass!
Space is needed today and tomorrow,
The garden in the square is necessary.
And streets with “flamboyant”.
It takes people with race
Who hugs,
What a trace,
How engaging.
I want living space
No limit, no border,
No wall, no gate,
And with a vast backyard.
I want to get out of the handcuffs,
Face the problem,
Have a clear conscience when sleeping,
Face any drama.
I want space in life
No eyes following me,
Walking on the avenue
With direction to come and go.
I want to write a book
Encumbering the power and the people,
And if they cut themselves in the sieve
I want to start again.
I want to activate my feet
Of the tired pilgrim,
Make him have faith again,
To answer every call.
I want space to wake up
The conscience that sleeps,
Set the trumpets to play
So that you don't conform.
{Hammer-on and pull-off guitar solo}
I want open eyes and ears
- A microphone with good sound –
And let the mass come very close
For the cry of liberation.
{Choir}
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
I want space for the odyssey,
Clarifications over the air.
Humiliating is not changing your mind,
It's humiliating to not have ideas to change!
{Choir}
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
Alay-oh-oh
{End}