Imagine a dream The powerful silence It's only a viewer Of the reckoning You know you owe It's a destiny The poor and the rich Have something in common And its that all they have Will be turned to dust Sooner Or later And in the streets Wonderful prayers Come falling fast And all they ask It's to hipocrisy to go away Imagine a sound That makes us all flow To realize That the material Doesn't deserve the number one It will come sooner Or later Imagine a place Were we can live Not looking to the past But to forward And the people we love It will come sooner Or later