LYRICS GAME

I'm going to create a song so that I can exist

To move the earth, the men, and survive

To heal my heart and let the mind flow

To lift the spirit and let it reach the end

I wasn't born without a cause

I wasn't born without faith

My heart beats hard

To shout at those who don't feel

And thus chase happiness

I'm going to create a song to respect the sky

To shake the roots of this field and make it sprout

To move the waters and the green poison that's around

To lift the spirit and let it live in peace

I wasn't born without a cause

I wasn't born without faith

My heart beats hard

To shout at those who lie to us

And thus chase happiness

And thus chase happiness

That it's a birthright

It's the engine of our movement

Because I demand freedom of thought

If I don't ask for it that's because I'm dying

It's a birthright

To look at the fruits left by dreams

In a single voice and one feeling

And that this cry cleans our wind

I'm going to create a song so that I can demand

That they don't take from the poor what cost them so much to build

So that the stolen gold won't crush our future

So that those who have plenty don't find it so hard to share

I'm going to raise my song to wake them up

Those who go asleep through life unwilling to look

So that the river won't carry blood, but carry flowers and heal the evil

To lift the spirit and let it live in peace

I wasn't born

I wasn't born without a cause

I wasn't born

I wasn't born without faith

My heart beats hard

To shout at those who don't feel

And thus chase happiness

It's a birthright

It's the engine of our movement

Because I demand freedom of thought

If I don't ask for it that's because I'm dying

It's a birthright

To eat the fruits left by dreams

In a single voice one feeling

That this cry cleans our wind

I'm going to create a communal song

I'm going to invent a universal mantra

That flows into awareness, to rescue our soul

Discovering the wonder of respecting every moment again, yes

Every experience, every color, every smell, every instant

To resist in sadness and always walk forward

Always aware, always triumphant

I'm going to create a beautiful song

I'm going to end all my crying

I'm going to create a pile of dreams

Where the whole world fits

Where we're all owners

I'm going to create a beautiful song

I'm going to end all my crying

I'm going to applaud with all my people

To lift the spirit and let it live in peace

Urre, come

Come on, Cojolites

Whoa

Whoa

A motor is a movement

To lift our song to the wind

It's hugging each other with feeling

A birthright

A motor is a movement

To lift our song to the wind

A motor is a movement

A birthright