Everyone tells their sorrows
asking for understanding
who tells his joys
does not understand the one who suffered
Lord of infinite spaces
you have peace between your hands
shed it, Lord, I beg of you
and teach them to love my brothers
What is happening in the world
by God I do not understand 'na'
the thistle always screaming
and the flower is always 'silent'
Let the flower scream
and shut up the thistle
and everyone who is my enemy
let him be my brother
Let's go down that path
to see what light we find
that light that is on earth
and that the men put out
Lord of infinite spaces
you have peace between your hands
shed it, Lord, I beg of you
and teach them to love my brothers
And teach them the beauty of life
and to be consolation in all wounds
and love with white love the whole earth
and always seek peace, Lord
and hate the war
And in that garden they have 'entered'
four men has persisted
and without compassion they have 'taken away'
the rose that I wanted
and then they have 'despised' it
And who can show me
that Christ was not gypsy
I did not know how to sing
The flowers on your balcony
they cry to see you
I know
Only among all we can make this a better place :)