Freedom

At the horizon of the world where the setting sun meets the sea.

And where clouds meet the roads.

I want to run to this place.

Barefooted on the cold asphalt.

With cold air and tall trees.

I will run to this place.

This place called freedom.

At the end of the sunflower fields.

Through the dreary dark lanes.

With chains dangling along my feet.

I will run.

I will run to the horizon.

I will meet the sun.

Where the heart is light.

And shoulders free of any weight.

Where I dare to look up to the sky.

I will run to this place.

This place called freedom.

Where morrow knows no fear.

Where today knows no care.

Where I belong to me.

I will run to this place.

This place called freedom.