They asked me how I lived, they asked me
'Surviving' I said, 'surviving'.
I have a poem written more than a thousand times,
in it I always say that while someone
propose death on this earth
and weapons are made for war,
I will tread these fields surviving.
all facing danger, surviving,
sad and wandering men, surviving.
SURVIVING, SURVIVING,
SURVIVING, SURVIVING.
Some time ago I did not laugh as long ago,
and that I laughed like a goldfinch.
I have a memory that hurts me,
and I can not forget about Hiroshima.
how much tragedy, on this earth ...
today I want to laugh, I can barely,
I no longer have the laugh like a goldfinch
nor the peace of the pines of the month of January,
I walk through this world surviving.
SURVIVING, SURVIVING,
SURVIVING, SURVIVING.
I do not want to be just a survivor anymore,
I want to choose the day for my death.
I have young flesh, red blood,
the good teeth and my sperm urgently.
I want the life of my foundation.
I do not want to see a day manifesting
for peace in the world to animals.
How I would laugh at that crazy day,
them manifesting for life.
and we just surviving, surviving.
SURVIVING, SURVIVING,
SURVIVING, SURVIVING.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)