In the streets of New York City
ev'ry man can feel the cold.
And I don't want no pity,
but I want my story told.
When the lights shine down on me,
they shine on the little boy.
Is this way to make him pay;
be'ng born in a world of joy.
But like me
he don't know where he'll go wrong;
he won't cry so many tears
till he finds out why he don't belong like me.
there's no room for us out there;
you can lose your hope and pride.
When it comes to broken dreams
you'll get your share.
Sometime a man breaks down,
and the good thing he is looking for
are crushed into the ground.
Get on up, look around;
can't you feel the wind of change?
Get on up, taste the air;
can't you see the wind of change;
Don't you understand what I'm sayin',
we need a god down there.
A man to lead us children,
take us from the valley of fear.
Make the lights shine down on us,
show us the road to go.
Help us survive, make us arrive,
teach us what we need to know.
But like me
he don't know where he'll go wrong;
he won't cry so many tears
till he finds out why he don't belong like me.
there's no room for us out there;
you can lose your hope and pride.
When it comes to broken dreams
you'll get your share.
Sometime a man breaks down,
and the good thing he is looking for
are crushed into the ground.
Get on up, look around;
can't you feel the wind of change?
Get on up, taste the air;
can't you see the wind of change;
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie