With a suitcase, he pounded on the table
The stars to him, was flashing in the rainbow
Few people just walk through the door
What's in there they just don't know

I see people afraid to tell the truth
But the dice, they still don't know who threw
Though the only think they need is live
What can we do to make a man to be free?

The plane crashes, are killing people
And we can hear and feel the wind blowing in the steeple
And it's hard to think, but there are innocent in jail
All we can do is let the white dove sail

There are men, laughing at the rain
While many others are running like insanes
And what waits for them, they just don't know
But standing still, the wind will blow

People with sand in their pockets
Have no chance to change their thoughts
And the only think they need it's a old shoes
To bring their coins to their homes

Things happen slowly when is for good
Even if you live in a rich neighborhood
And if you have no fault, they won't care at all
Wherever you go, my friend
Yes, wherever you go, my friend