Yesterday, I have no answer
Problems to be like the mountain. My mind and sense, frozen at its peak
Just ask The Grass, but The grass already in trampling by anarchists
Just ask The Water, the opportunists make him turbid

Today, I get the answer, but not enough to to reach hope
the answer was not able to grow into our actions and their action
Today I have the answer, but they have the other answer
I have the answer, that can’t grow

Maybe tomorrow, will be fall the rain of love that will grow The answer
Being a tree of hope, that we can pick and eat its fruit
yeah, the real hope. Not a dream