To each year that starts
I ask a tranquil year
That teaches those who frighten
That what wins here is always fear
To the year that starts I ask for laid down weapons
I ask for it to light up the corridor of egos
I ask for us to learn to live laying eggs
To put a limit in the bloodshed
I want the marine to become a sailor
I want it to carry away your pain... I have faith
That the moment doesn't stay far from us
When we changed conceits for sighs
Highways for paths
That the silence of the fears doesn't stay far from us
That the future doesn't get too late, see
And to those that think that we won't see the end
I hopefully ask them to rid us of them
That the silence of the crows doesn't stay far from us
I know that I won't see the world I want
I only can sing and dream that a voice
Will silence your cylinder1
We can't teach a soldier to stop
At most, we can teach him a color
Hey you, the more you've thought of swallowing
Until you spit them your love
To this year that starts now
I want, dear, that in the end the sun comes out
To the year that starts, I ask a different world
That gunpowder and incense don't mix together with the smell
That the future of my children doesn't disturb me so much
That they don't buy the joke of the hungry fat guy
That they have a planet that is alive and that hugs them
I know that I won't see the world I want
I want the future to have no fools
That my handwriting doesn't frighten you more than a cannonball any more
I only can sing and dream that a voice
Will silence your cylinder1
We can't teach a soldier to stop
At most, we can teach him a color
Hey you, the more you've thought of swallowing
Until you spit them your love
To this year that starts now
I want, dear, that in the end the sun comes out
1. a. b. Place in a gun where cartridges are put