Lenses
We sail slowly
Progress has already turned us off
Street
All those enthusiasms
None who will rejoice
The ark ran aground too
A little dark times for all of us
Hope is no longer enough for us
Poor men

Poor
Jesus
We don't look like you anymore
Jesus
Anger is guilty
Like beggars
We are transmigrating by now
Through mountains, seas and dangers
Jesus
No miracles today
Never again
The choir of angels
Now
Smell of war
The earth is on its knees
Alone
Lonelier than ever
The heart can't take it
So much life of love and poetry
A freshly baked bread and harmony

Not everyone around the fire now
May the sky melt away
The spirits
Jesus
You stopped believing it
Jesus
You are still with the last ones
Help us brother
another time you can
That this burden is now unbearable
Jesus
The innocent are begging you
Jesus
The infidels humiliate you
It was a world prone to beauty
to respect for purity
Maybe he is too right
Until the hatred in the meantime did not grow
with greed he founded an absurd hierarchy
Jesus
Nature has its limits
Jesus
Who poisons your pastures
Rivers now forbidden
Landfills over there
What you thought a vegetable garden is a desert that advances
Jesus
We are guilty
Jesus
If you can still do it
Forgive us
Forgive us