We’ll listen to harlem manhattan corner
We’ll blush tea in the souks in amman
We’ll swim in the bed of the Senegal River
And we will burn bombay under a Bengal light
We’ll scrape the sky below kyoto
We will feel the heart beat rio de janeiro
It will lift your eyes on the Sistine Chapel ceiling
And we will raise our glasses in Pushkin cafe
Oh! How beautiful is our chance
Thousand colors of the human
Mixed our differences
At the crossroads of destiny
You are the stars, we are the universe
You are a grain of sand, we are the desert
You are a thousand pages and I’m the pen
Oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
You are on the horizon, and we are the sea
You are the seasons, and we are the earth
You are the shore and I am scum
Oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
We say that the poets have no flags
We’ll feast days as we were heroes
We know that children are the keepers of the soul
And that there are as many queens as there are women
We say that meetings are the most beautiful trips
We will see that one deserves to be shared
Be heard singing music elsewhere
And we will give what was better
Oh! How beautiful is our chance
Thousand colors of the human
Mixed our differences
At the crossroads of destiny
You are the stars, we are the universe
You are a grain of sand, we are the desert
You are a thousand pages and I’m the pen
Oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
You are on the horizon, and we are the sea
You are the seasons, and we are the earth
You are the shore and I am scum
Oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
You are the stars, we are the universe
You are a grain of sand, we are the desert
You are a thousand pages and I’m the pen
Oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
You are on the horizon, and we are the sea
You are the seasons, and we are the earth
You are the shore and I am scum
Oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!