Cándidos

The eager one broke his jug
There is no doctor in the posthumous
The candid will impose, famous
Their most poetic whirlpool
Their whirlpool.

This indigenous plebeian lives
Like a desolate wasteland
Seeing itself so miserable and decrepit
Without a faithful saint at the top
Without a faithful saint.

Suffering malefic laws
There is nothing but to raise spirits
To the rhythm of an earthy dance
To the sky shout our chants
To the sky shout.

I sense that by the empirical
The compass has gone mad
The clamor that twists stomachs
Is finally goading the spirits
Is finally goading.

Candid, release your anger, candid,
Your old tenderness, use it
To revive your gloomy Lazarus life.
Candid with so much cosmic hope
Come, because in the end
The eager one breaks his jug.

Before dying famished
Martyr of a tragic destiny
It will be better to reconquer at last
The honor of being an intrepid people
The honor of being.

The eager one broke his jug.