Under this sky
made from iron
you will become only shadow
not being able to fly. 

You will have no voice, no dreams,
your soul will be a mystery.
There will be only screams, 
you will not find your own liberty.


We will speak in silence. 
Even if it is cold and we have no clue,
I will always find a little strength
to make a warm summer between my fingers for you.


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