Vuele Bajo

What does God expect?
That man becomes a child again
To receive him in his bosom
Perfect, perfect

Don't grow up my child, never grow up
The grown-ups do a lot of harm to the world
Man craves more each day
And loses his way by wanting to fly

Fly low because below
Is the truth
This is something that men
Never learn

By rushing, man cannot think
He doesn't even know where he's going
Keep being a child and you'll sleep in peace
Without wars or calculating machines

Fly low
God wishes that man could go back
To being a child one day to understand
That he's wrong if he thinks he'll find
Happiness with a shotgun
Fly low
Fly low