Democracy, take me away or I'll be sick
There's an avalanche, a blade of grass and a funeral
There are things said and others only written
There are empty palaces
But this is the price
They change houses, they change things
They change Russet apples to Golden Delicious
Change this life but into something one doesn't know
Change the air around, they change the roses
Even change the country's national anthem
Change the distance between what has been and all that will be
Between illusion and my serenity
Democracy, whatever you call yourself, don't get upset
If he who exports you all over the world is a soldier,
Who confronts fear for some dictatorship,
Has a family who waits for him and takes the blows
Change my sorrow, change my respect
Change the illusion of my cursed dream
Change this life but into something one doesn't know
Change the air around, they change the roses
Even change the country's national anthem
Change the distance between what has been and all that will be
Between illusion and my serenity
And the hope which while hoping disappears
And there's no time to understand why but shoot
If it's easy to shoot anyway
Change my sorrow, change my respect
Change the illusion of my personal dream
Change this life but into something one doesn't know
Change the air around, they change the roses
Just change the country's national anthem
Change the distance between that which has been and that which will be