This melody could be the story of us, 

These sounds recount pieces of our usual lives 

Differences join us in a dim canvas 

Clashes make us stronger 

But at the same time they weaken us. 


But when we're there it's as if our cores 

Become a single one, 

Tears and jokes, rage and thoughts 

Let's enter the people's depth 


This drama could be the melody of us 

Visionary view through our arms and minds 


But when we're there it's as if our cores 

Become a single one, 

Tears and jokes, rage and thoughts 

Let's enter the sightseer's heart 


As the paint in a gallery 

Touches deeply sightseer's heart 


Joy is everything skims over our wall 

Suffering and pain weaken us as far as going away 

But a gaze towards the sky where sun is wonder 

Where nothing becomes world, 

Where our light shines