Song: The People Of Paradise

From the darkness, people's faces look through the window,
Somewhere in the middle of the wealth you crushed discontent.
Each of them painted to a Notepad
About how he wants to live, if it happened to you.

Nights about my freedom dreams of the prisoner,
About my health dreams small with the diagnosis,
About the friends of my dreams left all,
To see my degree I took a step back.
With the birth of a blind man dreaming of sight,
Below-stairs dreams strays account
Suddenly I realized how I at you, fat in the degree,
More than grateful, I'm offended and outraged.

The eyes that lifted up the Paradise around you will not find.