Au milieu du chaos [English translation]

Myriads of lives, we all embarked

Everything is up, everything is down

Everything is unique, is similar

Everything that happens, one day goes

Everything is fine, everything is great, I guess

We should see as angels see

Word of wood; not believe in you,

In all that people believe

All contaminated areas

By the disease of interest, the biff and business

Billion fears, no compassion

It is selfishness, and even made him sad

The place of man in the scheme of things,

This in itself that loosens the mystery,

Fuck the system,

Comrade, we will not be at stake without those e s'taisent

Hearts burning like little embers

Finds that stress is Babylon

Millions of restless towers of Babel,

While in sacred we pirate their disks

It has the power of Mother Earth

The audacity to tell them to go to be

The number and strength, the wise legacy

A flame and a heart Universal

Go tell them that is greater standing

Life that instinct is stronger than any

Stronger than doubt, we do not change the way

we listen for God speaking within us

Iron bars in a velvet glove

Gilded prison without a backup plan

In the mid-shaking, we advance on a wire

The bush to the city where everyone drives

Resist against, moving louse,

Insurgents, here is the great return

The big return to the land,

and thanks to God, to heaven in ourselves that we turn

Disconnected from your doctrines,

Where the mass dying for others shine

Always the same as it oppresses

Willing to die to go to the other side

This world is expected as the worst oblique vision, we break the pattern of year

The son of Satan took the world price of fear, but life is destined to win

Inside each is a kid screaming with grief

I listen to God, not the chaplains on Mother Earth, its cities and homes

Nique traitors and baltringue

Babylon shit and his guards

Conscious and stressed out, we are week (full)

From the time that fully sections

Outside, where the major told us "the world is yours"

Vices and sales pitches, four-poster lives

Ruins aside, Aladdin's Magic

Bars of paper, gravel or gratin

Cages gold plated valves rabbits

Sweating engraved by what he has to reach

Tell me, life is what it takes?

Comrade, thank each morning

Every day a new canvas to paint

Even if tomorrow the worst is feared

Avoid fear that prevents many actions

This is the war of minds, the war of the sapiens

Which can not be resolved only within each

Who will be ready to take on defending his soul,

Noble principles of life, at a time when we write his drama,

Who is ready to be at peace even in the midst of chaos?

Who will keep an open hand despite fist raised on high?