What can the ordinary man do
On this present moment but bleed?
(and) Try to begin
The impressive life
Fully free and triumphant?
What can I do
With my youth
When the maximun health nowadays
is to pretend to use the voice?
What can I do
(I am) A simple singer of basement´s things?
God made the street dogs to bite you
(you) Who under the moonlight
Treat them like people - of course! - by kicking them
Once upon a time there were a man and his time
Bloody boots on Lorca ´s clothes (1)
I look straight to present´s face and I know
That I will hear the same dirty history
There´s no reason to celebrate: Come on!
I don´t know how to laugh by no reason
Stay you with a positive mind
What I want is active voice (that´s what is good)
Because I am a person
That is my boat: I board it
I am person
The word "person" doesn´t sound good nowadays
I don´t care!
No! You didn´t stop me from being happy!
You´ve never ever closed the door at my nose
Nobody is people
Northeast is a ficcion! There´s never been a Northeast!
No! I don´t come from the place of the forgottens!
I´m not from the nation of the condemneds!
I´m not from the coutryside of the offendeds!
You know well. I know my place!