[Verse]
We are blind of watching, tired of so much walking
We're sick of running away in the city
We will never have roots, we will never have a home
And yet, you see, we are from here
[Chorus]
We vibrate like bells
Like churches approaching from the south
Like black dresses that want to undress
I have always carried you under my blue scarf
Through the streets like Christ to the cross
(Through the streets like Christ to the cross)
[Solo]