Canción De Las Cosas Inútiles

Song of useless things
And their great usefulness
That without any functionality
Embroider the earth and the moon

Song of useless things
That don't bring material benefit
Those that capital despises
Serve more than one might think

To find a sense of truth
When observing a world slipping away
To feel that we are not slaves
And write only to laugh

Song of useless things
And their great usefulness
Without any immediate return
They make love timely

Song of useless things
Of the usefulness of uselessness
They will tell you they are of no use
You used to say we'll see

Thus feeling a human being in our body
And observing with all the joy that flower
Learning only for the pleasure of knowing
About the beautiful useless things