This melody could be the story of us,nThese sounds recount pieces of our usual livesnDifferences join us in a dim canvasnClashes make us strongernBut at the same time they weaken us.nnBut when we're there it's as if our coresnBecome a single one,nTears and jokes, rage and thoughtsnLet's enter the people's depthnnThis drama could be the melody of usnVisionary view through our arms and mindsnnBut when we're there it's as if our coresnBecome a single one,nTears and jokes, rage and thoughtsnLet's enter the sightseer's heartnnAs the paint in a gallerynTouches deeply sightseer's heartnnJoy is everything skims over our wallnSuffering and pain weaken us as far as going awaynBut a gaze towards the sky where sun is wondernWhere nothing becomes world,nWhere our light shines