Hino de Duran

If you speak many subtle words
If you like passwords, whispers, tricks
The law has ears to denounce you
In the stones of your own home

If you carry contraband in your pocket
Goods, contraband and not a penny
The law watches you, unhappy criminal
With its X-ray eyes

If you live in the shadows, frequent basements
If you plot robberies or revolutions
The law will look for you tomorrow morning
With its Doberman's nose

And if society definitively
Only has contempt and horror for you
And even in the jails you are harmful
You are a nuisance, you are a tumor
The law closes the book, they nail you to the cross
Then they call the vultures

And if you think you can bypass the penal norms
You incite, agitate and shout too much
The law will soon embrace you, offender
With its stevedore arms

If you think you think
You are completely mistaken
And as Dr. Eiras already said
Who is coming
Along with the police chief
To take you away