These streets are echoing voices
Long dead brothers' stories
Of love and joy
And ideas, hopes and dreams
It's louder than the trends
And it's greater than regimes
I'm hungry for a new face
New people new mistakes
The spirit of the place
We too reach for beauty
Purity sometimes then ecstasy
The call of history can turn our minds around
But the spirit of this place is stronger the times
I'm hungry for a new phase
New people new mistakes
The spirit of the place
I'm hungry for a new phase
New people old mistakes
The spirit of the place