In the world, there will be a place
For every awakening
A Pan's* garden and poetry
Because, if we start to dream
It's easy to imagine
The human race in harmony
My mind quivers when I think
Of the possibility
To find a different direction
To open wide open
Gauchos'* and everybody's
Notebooks of love
How nice, man, how nice it is
To laugh like brothers
Why would we wait to change
The music and the time