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When sunlight appears on Thursday
we knew that everything has changed that day
our ship moored again
Do you have listen this silence in the morning?
Ruins and songs devastating our souls
up there in the white hills

Mind walking on the moon
i like to see your smile in June
I keep your kiss like a treasure
up there in the white hills

heavy boots dragging
breath becomes anxious
we are the old ones and we are tired
we are tired

I don’t want to sell my life for a fake dream
up there in the white hills

Sparks around my neck and i didn’t realize
that  we want to change the world
but is childish because
we know that the world has changed us
torn us with fake promises
we try to become fair in this salty road

I don’t want to sell my life for a fake dream
try to rebuild a new morning
don’t keep turning around
give me a simple sound
to come back to me