It is history written with heroes' ink 
lucky few daring who fight for us 
everything else is consumed, it is recycled away like this 
if luck helps us .. we will survive here. 

A dormant will others think for us 
it is hard to stay afloat if you expose yourself to trouble 
fights, insults and elbowing 
in profit there is no God 
that who wallows in power then

always brings his home. 

Shame on you never collectors 
like crows swooping down 
whose turn it is you don't know 
damn blind greed 
but the country that goes 
he closes and no longer asks for freedom. 

It is the usual soup of ministers and utopias 
lots of talk and promises 
same faces and no ideas. 
A splendid tsunami and one does not think about it anymore 
and there will be no pardon that can bring me back up. 

A little ashamed that repenting is possible 
but you don't go back to virgin twice, no. 

A kick in the ass to mediocrity 
that life will reward and punish those who make mistakes. 

You have to choose who you want to be, how to live 
in what to believe, neither impassive nor ever yielding 
once all fear is overcome, everything will return to the way it is 
the street will be filled with liars and lackeys 
visionaries do not betray us 
you still dare to dare to defend us 
we never miss that. 

Forgive me you confined up there 
that with your well-being you will not live any longer 
no love, joy and imagination 
you do not pay you know 
smiles are offered just in case. 

Those cheers excuse us 
they are all for us 
forgive us if we exist.