Taste of Freedom

Fresh air, the freedom tastes good from the banal structures and hoardings, there is a wish that silently visits me now in the same routes, the same destinations I have left the defeat aside, for a while now I shut all the doors to the squabbles, to the debauchery filling my dawn with the new colors. I have tasted the freedom, I own it now my friends, there is a vast sky, the new heights need our strength we are the eyes, ears and hands we will go a long way casting an aim there will be no pain, no barriers ’cause we will fight every pessimism of our way, our resolution.