The freedom (words and music by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher – guitar by Roberto Moreschi)There once was a man who never spoke
Watching us from a distance
He lost in his hair the eyes of one who
Never cries for what was
Three meters high or more without complex but
With so many dreams in hand
He wears a dark blue jacket with a thousand pockets
But with no money to look for
He writes and will not cry
He writes and will not cry
He writes and will not cry
Freedom is to have nothing but trouble
Freedom is to have only trouble
The man with a destiny written by a tribe
Praying the trees at night
He never leaves traces behind when he goes and goes
But he is always alive in the memories
He has a heart with a birthmark of strawberries and truth
That cannot stand the illusion
A tic that keeps the time
Of when an endless dance will begin
He writes and will not cry
He writes and will not cry
He writes and will not cry
Freedom is to have nothing but trouble
Freedom is to have only trouble
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