I'd rather write 'bout beautiful things,
About sunset and sunrise, about angel's wings;
I'd rather write 'bout happiness and joy,
Not about darkness, about war, about Troy;
I'd rather laugh, than weep from sorrow,
I'd rather smile, than cry from an arrow.

But then, I would like, that our world would be better,
That on doing Good the people would center,
But instead we live in a rain of disasters,
Watching our bubble of ignorance shatters,
Our countries are led by majestic jesters,
And deep inside us, a terrible wound festers.

But things like this shouldn't come to pass,
Not if we really care more than just our ass.
If you are moved by that which is written,
If you want to see this image smitten,
Don't be afraid, to stand up and say
The things you think, not just wait for a day,
When someone else will stand up instead.

Bad things succeed only because of this fact,
People who are afraid to loudly object.
If no one will stand, for he awaits for another,
If each one will turn for his friend or brother,
Then the day it will change will just go on farther,
Because our unwillingness to change what us bother.

But all of that could change; we do have a power,
There is so much energy inside waiting for eruption;
We can amend the mistakes of our nation,
We only need to have sufficient willpower.
For violation of tradition is not always bad...

So many things still wait to be had...
If for forever with doubt we tread, and in our heart rules
the dread.
If no one will have enough resolution,
The will to sacrifice, to be the first
The first into battle, the one that may die,
The first with a new idea, the first to the sky.