Program One - My Soul Song

Sometimes we must face trial without sense
Sometimes we find in a place were the flowers have not colours
This system must change sometimes we find in a place were the bodies
Have not soul were the matter have not form were the nothing have sense
And the all have not sometimes we find in a place where the sound is noise
And the noise is the silence this system must change and we fight it
This system must change somethimes we find in a place were the bodies
Have not soul were the matter have not form were the nothing have sense
And the all have not sometimes we must to do hypocrite smile
And hinvolontary movement sometimes we must face trial without sense
Sometimes we find in a place were the flowers have not colours
This system must change and we fight it

Written by:
Giuseppe Rossitto

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