My son

When the politicians speak

keeps silent

They don't get tired of they wrap us

But it will arrive the hour and you will be listened

At night don't fear the shadows of the trees

On the contrary, it congratulates you for the moonlight

That half-open you, that offer you

Because in the times that run

We should thank such sublime divine gift

When you come a hungry person to pass to your side

Don't despise him. He indicates the road that waits

The ones that diverted malicious the flows of the wealth

That don't belong them

Daily you will hear many songs of promises

of the same music played on the whole side

They will always exist many musicians, many mystics

But few will be listened

In the storm of the cities learns how to walk among the crowds

Then it moves away you and it observes them

You will see a circus with a lot of joke

In the a lot of hours idle bill the time that you have to live

You will see after many years passed

And that you won't have more spare times

To recover the lost time

If you know a lot of people, you won't know none

If you don't know deeply one of them

To the discovery of the illusion

When finally only and abandoned

reminds you that your parents

In the tomb silence they await your company

And they will always be with you

Above all learns, it defends you of the thieves

And of the banks that steal lands

Never the Humanity's History

overfilled of thieves as now

That will be presented in holocaust

And they fake that nothing knows, that nothing does