From my language I see...

A beautiful field when the sun first arrives in the spring
The singing of the birds on the trees
A warm country that late emerged to be
Caring people that live near you
Cold people who would walk past you
And we’re all locked in the same things
Told to feel exactly the same things
Expected to become pretty much the same
Still the sun keeps shinning out of the window
Bringing deep blue to the surface of the sea
Now that dreams seem so far away
Laughter of children brings you back
It seems now you’re in a new way
Everything seems to be ok again.
From my language I see
Different people expecting to be
All a new you or a new me.

[Aqueles trabalhos das aulas de Inglês com a EMC.]