Pobres Poderosos
Tabaré Cardozo
Poor Powerful
Today the venomous wind is changing.
Today an animal is raising its head.
I'm carrying the storm through the neighborhood.
I'm running through the chest of a volcano.
I have panthers and lions roaming the city.
I have sinful sorcerers
To multiply, multiply the bread.
Today the temple is crumbling.
Today fear commands more than the king.
Today the fire is reaching them.
Today the book of the law is burning.
The eye of destiny explodes in satan's mansion.
A tear of wine shines.
Time spins, spins backwards.
Ambition runs breathlessly.
Its dirty and luminous gold weighs.
Betrayal hangs its desolation
Because the day of the poor powerful is coming.
