When the days ‘ll have a different feeling
and clean blue skies will come
When this life craves for a new meaning
and the desire to roam

On harbors the ships will honk loud and we’ll be waving back
and people will crowd on airports like traveling birds on track
Then we will run again on streets, together hand in hand
our dreams will flow like a river all across the land
while fireworks and stars will dress the sky

When the circle becomes a spiral
that twists to the unknown
When the times of self-isolation and fear
will be long gone

On parks and alleys people will hug once again
and music will be played around without end
Then we will run again on streets, together hand in hand
our dreams will flow like a river all across the land
While fireworks and stars will dress the sky