In these days of Holy Week, when much of humanity draws different relationships with a creator, with redeemer, I join them with this song without god without God, without any other redeeming man himself. singing is used in the presentation of gifts, and during communion, was born, not where, during the days of the liberation theology priests and workers, its melody is drawn confused me memory, but may nest in the memory of some of you.
How sad must be to old
with the soul and hands without spending
how sad integrity of the skin
never played for others
How sad it is to have all
if so many are sold bread,
how sad solitude, anyway,
which arises from the inequality.
why I'm here singing
why I'm here,
DREAMING THE HAPPY MAN, NEW MAN, MAN
SHOULD YOU, MY COUNTRY.
How cute is always tend
hand and know that friendship is possible.
How nice for my brother
try the same thing I try to achieve.
How nice it is to die with the other
behind the inhumanity of a wage,
how nice it is lost in the Village
us is the only truth.
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