Movilizar

Whoever has listened to me
Knows I'm worried
About the verse that ripens
At your station
Even though I'm not into aestheticism
I want to be less of a simplistic pamphleteer
In the singer
But the day comes
When absence leaves no choice
And exposes us to a reason on this corner
Because the day comes
When reality spits
And like gushes
It spits out passion
Poeticize, poeticize
Now it's about making the action clear next to Vietnam
Mobilize, mobilize
It's the masterpiece, the art of today, perfection
Perfection
The shame,
To caress the child
Make love
Have a Sunday
Enjoy watching the rain
The shame
So much safe home
So many plans for the future
So much well-calmed thirst
The shame,
Brushing your teeth
Having a car, a warm home
Clean clothes and a loyal dog
The shame
How much good rises
While Vietnam takes on
One more gulp of our bile
Poeticize, poeticize
Now it's about making the action clear next to Vietnam
Mobilize, mobilize
It's the masterpiece, the art of today, perfection
Two thousand long years reborn
Since one and another owner
Improvised in ambition arrived
Thirty-something years
Pure game
To make their future
The beautiful valley that Uncle Job dreamed of
I think it's already shameful to allow
That unconsciousness and betrayal
Can continue
I think we are all responsible,
The doers and the talkers
So that they can finally live
Poeticize, poeticize
Now it's about making the action clear next to Vietnam
Mobilize, mobilize
It's the masterpiece, the art of today, perfection