and I'm still here in front of this skyline 
waiting for a change and 
since half a century I'm here 
too long years in heaven 
to agree with this [bad word] 
can a past mistake cancel... 
earth divided, civil war 
red flashlights of gore 
exiled losers, worse than dying 
...bring them to the dark side of the sky... 
closed out of light 
beyond the shadows 
a black-white line 
divides the booty of war 
growing in this side 
it could be so real to believe 
that our native ground 
is so void 
months are days in this set 
never seen again mother earth 
a patient old man, not warrior only 
while young men ask their hero 
to tell them again that story 
lonely the voice of awareness 
softly screams his guilty claims 
he was the reason, now he's the pain 
present life in a skyline 
I see it is a black-white line 
I have grown in heaven 
I'm soon leave the world 
last time, last fly 
but dying here will free my hopes 
my sons will pass the black-white line