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Today I want to give you my most precious treasure
for those who have nothing
my way of thinking.
Living without hate, preserving freedom
Why speak of resentment?
Well, the drunkard will know.
It's better to hear the rooster crowing in the morning
than to see a bastard beaten to death
because of what will be.
Living in innocence, contemplating this beauty.
Why speak of remorse?
And you listen to it, for what?
Who is always bored, gives a moan!
And the stains only for the clothes
and never for your conscience
you toss and turn in bed and can't fall asleep.
And keep going, trusting in time, you know!
Each one betting on an ideal
and letting yourself be carried by the wind
banging yourself against the walls.
Don't worry, you must have learned something, blah, blah, blah...
And I don't care if they take away my stripes
which are my aspirations
because I have two balls inside my pants.
That rejection of condemnation runs through my veins
shame always foreign, officials
there are dozens.