While the city
still at four o'clock be on
and there is a place that distracts you there,
a humble place, a small place.
Do not say no,
that you are denying paradise,
I know where for years the light is a bluff
and the fun dream, only fun.
I know that right now,
while they sing any song,
while we start to dissipate the heat,
It is fighting there.
What will you pay
the blood that the earth absorbs?
What gold that is not dream gold weighs like that?
What can be more?
What does this sweat pay for the time it goes?
What time are they paying for their life?
What life is bleeding from the wound
to look at this land at once?
to look at this land at once?
to look at this land at once?
When at eleven o'clock the sun departs to the center of honor,
when slogans and goals ask for their wall,
when from dark to dark
they converse with the action,
the word is yours, I shut up for modesty.
The word is yours, I shut up for modesty.
The word is yours, I shut up for modesty.
What does this sweat pay for the time it goes?
What time are they paying for their life?
What life is bleeding from the wound
to look at this land at once?
to look at this land at once?
to look at this land at once?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)