White dots on the green, from above I see their shadows
On a field of dreams that wasn't for myself
Waiting to be seen from the asteroids
That cross the sky, when I'm here alone, on a night of summer
From a vantage point to make myself alive
I want to be heard, I want to move away
A segment in this land, the one I have to mind
But never will be kind to whoever kept me here
Sleeping on the hay, under a tree, I thought
"Mum and dad are gone, I must make my own way home
Into the city I go to be free, I am young, but one day
A wife, a child, a dream. I will make it on my own"
From a vantage point to make myself alive
I want to be heard, I want to move away
A segment in this land, the one I have to mind
But never will be kind to whoever kept me here
Your Friend Esteves - Into the City Lyrics
Your Friend Esteves - Into the City Lyrics
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White dots on the green, from above I see their shadows
On a field of dreams that wasn't for myself
Waiting to be seen from the asteroids
That cross the sky, when I'm here alone, on a night of summer
From a vantage point to make myself alive
I want to be heard, I want to move away
A segment in this land, the one I have to mind
But never will be kind to whoever kept me here
Sleeping on the hay, under a tree, I thought
"Mum and dad are gone, I must make my own way home
Into the city I go to be free, I am young, but one day
A wife, a child, a dream. I will make it on my own"
From a vantage point to make myself alive
I want to be heard, I want to move away
A segment in this land, the one I have to mind
But never will be kind to whoever kept me here
On a field of dreams that wasn't for myself
Waiting to be seen from the asteroids
That cross the sky, when I'm here alone, on a night of summer
From a vantage point to make myself alive
I want to be heard, I want to move away
A segment in this land, the one I have to mind
But never will be kind to whoever kept me here
Sleeping on the hay, under a tree, I thought
"Mum and dad are gone, I must make my own way home
Into the city I go to be free, I am young, but one day
A wife, a child, a dream. I will make it on my own"
From a vantage point to make myself alive
I want to be heard, I want to move away
A segment in this land, the one I have to mind
But never will be kind to whoever kept me here
Writer: Joao Esteves
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