It's not like we were born yesterday, Capataz
it's not like we were born yesterday,
it's not like we are held captive
inside the star of this nice modernity.
It's not like we were born to die here.
If you try to open the window, Capataz,
and you look out with your eyes,
there are so lots of people who don't count
yet they do count and they are already counting themselves.
They are just waiting for a sign, Capataz.
When the weather changes, this old sign
when the weather changes, it will come.
When the wind rises, this old boat1,
when the wind rises, it will sail away.
It's not like we were born yesterday, Capataz.
If you try to get into my head, Capataz,
and you look out with my eyes,
there are lots of people, lots of hearts,
lots of colours instead of all that gray, a lot of news.
There's a different type of future, Capataz.
When the weather changes, this old sign
when the weather changes, it will come.
When the wind rises, this old boat,
when the wind rises, it will sail away.
There's a different type of future, Capataz.
1. literally: "this old wood"