Bolivia [English translation]

Europe, 1939

Everyone in the chancelleries was saying no

(Years of hot war

Some years before the cold war)

Everyone was saying no

When Bolivia said yes

Berlin was a rats' nest

The guardian of bravado, it was shouting

It filled stadiums

Of an arid wasteland of Aryan delirium

An arid wasteland of Aryan delirium

The doors were closing

Time hung by a thread

And that boy in my grandparents' arms

And the panic was evident

And everything was portending it:

Fear was gaining direction

It was opening jaws, it was yelling

And then the cold arrived

In the middle of a biting glacier

An incredible stream of warm water:

Everyone was saying no

When Bolivia said yes

And the pendulum comes and goes

And again comes and leaves

And after moving away, returns

And after returning, moves away

And the traveling changes

And the ships go and come

And those who have everything today

Will beg for everything tomorrow

And the Ferris wheel does not delay

In inverting destinies

In refreshing memory

And paths of departure

Transform themselves

Into paths of return

Because of this:

A revolving door

No more than that, it's history.