Pra No Decir Qué No Hablei de Las Flores
Geraldo Vandré
So We Don't Say I Didn't Speak of the Flowers
Walking and singing the song and the next one
We all have equal arms or not
In schools, in the streets, fields, buildings
Walking and singing the song and the next one
Come, let's go, what not to expect to know,
Maybe it's time, but I also believe
Come, let's go, what not to expect to know,
Maybe it's time, but I also believe
Hunger is the field in the big plantations
Marching through the streets, undecided ropes
They still make the flower of their strongest to abstain
And believe in winning the cannon of flowers
Come, let's go, what not to expect to know,
Maybe it's time, but I also believe.
There are armed soldiers, loved ones or not,
Almost all lost in arms
In the barracks they teach an age lesson
To die for their country and live without reason
Come, let's go, what not to expect to know,
Maybe it's time, but I also believe.
Come, let's go, what not to expect to know,
Maybe it's time, but I also believe.
Schools, streets, fields, buildings
We are all soldiers, whether or not
Walking and singing the song and the next one
We all have equal arms or not
Lovers of the mind, flowers on the ground
Certainty in the front, history in hand
Walking and singing the song and the next one
Learning and teaching a new lesson
Come, let's go, what not to expect to know,
Maybe it's time, but I also believe.
Come, let's go, what not to expect to know,
Maybe it's time, but I also believe.
