Almost fifteen days has gone by, a different spring smells like changing airs. It remembers me to old times, when the crowd fight towards the same aim.
Cops are watching our steps now, we're under control, they're power mercenaries, they're over the law.
We're not doing anything considered wrong, we just fight for our rights, your rights.
May of revolution, we can't stand it and we just say enough to things that we're living now.
And if we're right we're going further, we'll persist unknowing how. The clue will be staying together come what may we'll sort it out if we try to being someone...
We're not doing anything considered wrong, we just fight for our rights, your rights.
May of revolution, we can't stand it and we just say enough to things that we're living now.