Pensa

There have been men who have written pages
Notes from a life of inestimable value
Irreplaceable because they reported
The most corrupt of systems too often ignored
Men or angels sent to earth to fight a war
Of feuds and families scattered like so many marbles
On an island of blood that among many wonders
Among lemons and shells he massacres sons and daughters
Of a generation forced not to look
Speaking in a low voice and turning off the light
To comment in peace on every bullet in the air
Every body in a ditch
There were men who step by step
They left their mark with courage and commitment
With dedication against an organized institution
What's ours, what's yours, what's yours?
It is ours, the freedom to say
That eyes are made for looking
The mouth speaks, the ears listen
Not just music not just music
The head turns and adjusts the aim he reasons
Sometimes it condemns, sometimes it forgives

Simply
Think before you shoot
Think before you say and judge, try to think
Think you can decide
Stay a moment just a moment longer
With your head in your hands

There have been men who died young
But aware that their ideas
They would remain over the centuries as hyperbole words
Intact and real like small miracles
Ideas of equality ideas of education
Against every man who exercises oppression
Against all his peers against those who are weaker
Against those who bury their conscience in concrete

Think before you shoot
Think before you say and judge, try to think
Think you can decide
Stay a moment just a moment longer
With your head in your hands

There were men who continued
Even though everything around was burned
Because ultimately this life has no meaning
If you are afraid of a bomb or a pointed gun
The men pass and a song passes
But no one will ever be able to stop the belief
That justice is not just an illusion

Think before you shoot
Think before you say and before judging, try to think
Think you can decide
Stay a moment just a moment longer
With your head in your hands
Thinks