Dame, Dame Pan
Luis Alberto Spinetta
Give Me Bread, Give Me Bread
How many busy minds
For this beautiful place
Those who fight for their goods
Can never rest
I'm not sleepy, baby
To communicate
Don't stay in your chair
If you can already love me
He's still
He gets excited randomly
He's still
He gets excited randomly
Give me, give me bread
Give me, give me bread
Give me, give me
Look at the gardens, baby
This is the opportunity
To see things jumping
In the morning by the sea
If your mask is sky blue
I can take it off for you
If your mask doesn't exist
Let's go play
He's still
He gets excited randomly
He's still
He gets excited randomly
Give me, give me bread
Give me, give me bread
Give me, give me
