Alma

I'm going to change the facade of this house
Because I don't like seeing it sad and cracked
I know it's very big and maybe
It will take me time to see it well
I'm going to paint it green, the color of hope

Even if I lose faith
So many visible tremors
And when I see a friend holding
With both hands a paintbrush
To help and fix
You see more light in the window glass

Soul
What it lacks is soul
I know it's hard to see damaged walls
And if I don't believe in myself, believe
And if I don't take risks, grow
Tell me who will change that facade

Soul
Where will its soul be
I know it's hard to see damaged walls
And if I don't believe in myself, believe
And if I don't take risks, grow
Tell me who will change
Tell me who will change
Tell me who will change
That facade

Even if I lose faith
So many visible tremors
And when I see a friend holding
With both hands a paintbrush
To help and fix
You see more light in the window glass

Soul
What it lacks is soul
I know it's hard to see damaged walls
And if I don't believe in myself, believe
And if I don't take risks, grow
Tell me who will change
Tell me who will change
Tell me who will change
That facade