We are the voice of the road,
the cry uncontrollably
that is taking all
of its radio stations.

Our frequency is in the air,
well near you
and no use hiding
the sound of when you sleep
without taking time to wake up.
The sound of boys
returning from school
and girls everywhere.

Our frequency is in the air,
well near you
and no use hiding
not the dream dies
fall when the bodies.
The end of darkness and war.
When the sound of
children do not cry
and the word much more sincere.

Our frequency is in the air,
well near you
and no use hiding.

From so simple and naive,
seems to small
against the windmills.
But they are big and yes, bid,
we stand to win.

Because the frequency is in the air,
well near you
and now there is no way to stop.
The frequency is in the air,
well near you
and the revolution calls you.