I am a grain of sand,
one more leaf in a tree
and every wave teaches me
and every breeze brings something.
I have not seen all the lands,
I have not seen all the seas,
but I felt the war
whistling everywhere.
When I was born they told me:
you were born by hope.
So I say to my son
and I'm going to the slaughter.
I want death to stop,
I want the cold to stop
to be able to dedicate myself
in flower, wind and river.
The world gave me my hands,
two kingdoms that make luck.
I carry a flower in my right hand
which is the kingdom of death.
Of love I live and of the sword,
of mouth and open doors.
You have to live on a bullet.
You have to die from a party.
How hard are those nights
what do we want to be good at
and you have to kill sobbing
and you have to die smiling.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)