Men, animals and stones all suffer
Flowers, rivers and the dust at the end of the journey all suffer
I never wanted to be rich
I didn't want to commit this sin
If I have some money in my pockets
I get grateful that I can breathe
Give me enough to feel in peace now
The rest is for those who deserve it
And the rest of the rest
Is for those who exploit me
The rest of the rest
Is for those who exploit me
The rest of what remains of me
We all know of clubs, rites and guns
We all know of banks, media and dull masses
I foresee infinity
I don't sell my soul, nor will I borrow it
I want to sing well
I want to go out on the streets, protesting
Give me enough not to lose this virtue
The rest is for those who deserve it
And the rest of the rest
Is for those who are deluded
The rest of the rest
Is for those who are deluded
The rest of what remains of me
Give me enough to feel in peace now
The rest is for those who deserve it
And the rest of the rest
Is for those who exploit me
The rest of the rest
Is for those who are deluded
The rest of what remains of me
Is for those who exploit me