In the Streets

They are in the streets.

There are two little boys down in the streets.

They are playing on a garbage bin of steel.

One will always have that something that he needs and the other could be me.

And it's a dream.

They are speaking loud of freedom in the street.

They were two now they are thousands in the streets.

There are children, there are grandmas, there is me.

They are growing peace in me.

And on the screen, they are spitting words that sound like fireworks while we're singing songs of wisdom in the streets.

We are stupid, we are brilliant and we are young.

We are gold and we are old.