Marcolino

Oh Marcolino, always shouting
Long cries without rest
Tell me Marcolino, what do you do?

I sharpen razors, knives
And other things
Objects of common use
But that can also be deadly
I clean chimneys and fix
Your gardens
But when needed and able
I also raid your yards

Oh Marcolino, from the long journeys
Tell me Marcolino, if you had another life
What did you do, what made you change?

I was a peasant, a soldier
And life was always the same
I insulted bosses, officers
And never felt bad
I earned little, dog's hunger
And filled the belly of cannibals and still do
I was always undisciplined, of course
What else can I be then?

Oh Marcolino from the long journeys
From the compass rose with direction
Tell me Marcolino, what have you seen?

I saw a boss fleeing at the sound
Of an explosion
I saw a dog in pain
Giving birth to police officers with dog heads
Against the thesis of certain doctors
I saw a people with weapons in hand
And a priest shouting 'help, oh my'
That breaks my heart

Oh Marcolino fearless of death
With your strong arm, what will you do?
Tell me Marcolino, do you have anything to lose?

I have nothing to lose
Maybe life, it doesn't matter
And in life I have to gain by fighting
Alone I am not capable
But there are many like me
Perhaps hundreds of thousands
Willing to fight and win
Always forward, never backward