I. Return to a land called paraiso A place where a dying river ends No birds dare fly over paraiso No space allows them to endure The smoke that screens the air The grass that's never there And if I could see a single bird What a joy! I try to write some words and create A simple song to be heard by the rest of the World II. I live in a land called paraiso In a house made of cardboard floors and walls I learned to be free in paraiso Free to claim anything I see Matching rags for my clothes Plastic bags for the colds And if empty cans were all I have What a joy! I never fight to take someone else's coins And live with fear like the rest of the boys Paraiso, help me make a stand Paraiso, take me by the hand Paraiso, make the world understand That if I could see a single bird What a joy! This tired and hungry land could expect Some truth and hope and respect From the rest of the world Repeat Choru