Mas Alla

Beyond, where the Sun has a different color
There will always be a place, for the one who arrived
There will always be a wheat field, a sunrise
Land and bread and a flower to choose

Beyond where the sea has a different color
There will always be a song, that speaks of love
There will always be a light at dusk

A home, a warmth, a whole yesterday
A new world, a new dawn
New hopes to see a spike born
New roots, a strong faith

New hopes to see a spike grow
A new world, a new dawn
New hopes to see a spike born