Bravo boys
well here you have us all
all poets of 56
in passing through a world in agony
life is just a fantasy
we walk on a wire in the sky
to more than one hundred thousand meters of asphalt
We are points high
flags to the city wind
keep standing is worse every day
with so much trouble, so much hypocrisy
look forward that there is nothing behind
And you can´t go back
we walk pulling the world
to someone it may seem absurd
and we are the force
that moves tides and volcano
I live as I can, my friend
I don´t know who I am and I don´t know who I will be
what horizont our future will have
I follow the star that guides me
we walk very high in the sky
you can hardly see us from the ground
hanging from time to time
in crisis from an eternity
we will be strong
fighting to death
come from a harsh winter
directly from hell
Good guys, good people
with different principles
healthy rage, without malice
rotate the soul without justice
half crazy, half sad
poor christs, always humble
in this life so empty
so much violence, so much envy
heroes and criminals
good guys, good people