There was a fear

Where the fear was

And the fear grew

So great

That the nature

In'around us

Started to die

Without a note

  And the fear

Grew in the sand

And the letter

That I've send

Went like all

The other words

To the dirty dusty basket

Where our dreams

Were used to die

  And the fight

That came around

Was no more

Then all the hate

Kept close

Upon our hearts

All the time

We had to shoot

The machine gun

On ourselves

  And all the Caesar

All the Hitler

All Napoleon

And Mussolini

Living badly on our minds

  Had shut the goodness

Inside our hearts

And murdered the flower

That was planted

In the green garden

Of our dreams

  Fernando A.Moreira