During millennia I traveled
the sea
And in thousands of islands
I lived
But he didn't know in them
to inhabit
A lot of love pyramids
lived
That is for all the ones
that died
And for the alive ones that they
already died
And to those that abandoned
us
Because in the dawn they
traveled
But we to them will
meet
It is shortly together there
we will be
In the graves of the cut off
ideas
Of the imposture of the robbed
lives
I sat down in the secret of
your melody
There is a lot that it
didn't shine her
Because she is the light of
my abbey
And without light it is your
candle that illuminates me
The price of the crude oil
always to go down
And the revolt, your love
always to grow
To rejuvenate in a hymn, the
dawn
In the memory of your
dreams, to be born
One more field of jasmines
makes a debut
And the tide of our love
shrine is
The poets' jasmine sings the
epic poem
The jasmine of Azores the
winter of the faith
And in the castle of the crude
oil handcuffed
For there I will fly in a
great cavalcade
In the drawbridge with my
sword
And to the freedom you will
return my lover
And everything the princes
of the crude oil dried
And the prohibition of the
love decreed us
For the streets of the
horror we will beg
Because the petroleum was
already is not to give
And a quick wind agitates
the waves of the bay
In the planted rocks the
vegetation caresses
Indifferent the palm trees
in her calm
Sea, sky, clouds, sun, life
always in day
The democracy of the
Occident is precious
But for million it is very
hideous
The Occident supports the
selfish dictatorships
The Occident is a factory of
terrorists
They are millions of the
democracy abandoned
They are million that hate
the whites
That they terrify the
Occident rioted
For the merciless
neocolonialism of their banks
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