We are young and try to be,
Independent and free.
Got the world beneath our feet
They took our innocence to keep.
These the men of old,

Who swapped their hearts for shining gold,

Now they try to steal our souls

To wrap around their brittle bones.

Locked in chambers made of stone,
Their children they beg to play alone,
Wrapped up tight in broken ropes
They pray for guns instead of hope.

But we found love, we will survive

Despite the lies that you deny.

And we will end what you begun.
Turn our backs onto the sun.
And we'll run through the night.

And we'll fight for what is right.

When the sun begins to rise,

We bow our heads and close our eyes.

And we howl to the moon,
Like it is what we were born to do.
And when we hear the gypsy's chant,
We stand up tall and dance.
Because we are young and try to be
independant and free.