Me Han Contado Que Existe Un Paraíso

I've been told there's a paradise
where everyone fits in
That for just one repentant minute
they forgive you everything

I forgot to ask if there was a place
for smokers

What seems certain is that they don't go
the speculators

Nor the bankers
nor dictators
nor those who lie from their platform
nor the swindlers
whose camel is too big
and the eye of the needle
so small

That as their fortune grows
the path to that heaven is narrower
I've been told there's a paradise.

I've been told there's a paradise
where we all fit in
That for just one repentant minute
they forgive you everything

I forgot to ask if there was a place
where to write songs

What seems certain is that they don't go
those who think they're better

The vain
the chosen ones
the proclaimers of their charities
the owners of the earth
whose power is too big
and the hollow of their soul
so small

That as their fortune grows
the path to that heaven is narrower

That there are no proud ones
nor terrorists
nor white or black traders
that there are no rapists
child or dream traffickers
nor wolves disguised
as lambs

That as their fortune grows
the path to that heaven is narrower

That as their fortune grows
the path to that heaven is narrower

I've been told there's a paradise...