We are the history, no one should be offended
We are this lawn of needles under the sky
We are the history, pay attention
No one is excluded
We are the history
We are these waves in the sea
This noise that breaks the silence
This silence so hard to tell
And after they tell you "They are all equals
They all steal in the same manner"
But there's only one way to convince yourself
To stay locked in house when evening comes
But the history doesn't stop
In front of one door
The history enters inside the rooms, it burns them
The history can be wrong but it also can be right
We are the history
We are the ones who write the letters
We are the ones who have everything to win
Or everything to lose
And then the people (because people make history)
When it comes to choosing and going
You find them with their eyes wide open
Because they know well what they're doing
Those who have read millions of books
And those who don't even know to speak
And that's why history gives chills
Because no one can change it
We are the history
We are fathers and sons
We are "Hello beautiful"
That goes
The history doesn't have secrets
The history doesn't let you aside
We are the history
We are these plates of wheat