There were men who wrote pages
Notes of a priceless lifetime
Irreplaceable because they denounced
The most corrupt systems too often ignored
Men or angels sent to earth
To fight a war of feuds and of families
Scattered like so many balls on an island of blood
That among so many wonders, among lemons and seashells
They're slaughtering sons and daughters of a generation
Forced not to look, forced to speak in a whisper
To turn off the light, to comment in silence
Each and every bullet in the air, each and every body in a ditch
There were men that little by little
Have left a mark with courage and with commitment
With devotion against an organized institution
Our thing … your thing … what is yours?
The freedom to speak ... it's ours
Because our eyes were made to see
Our mouth to speak, the ears to listen
Not only music, not only music
The head turns and adjusts the aim, it's clever
At times it condemns, at times it simply forgives
Think before firing
Think before speaking and judging, try to think
Think that you can decide
Wait a moment, only a moment more
With your head between your hands
There were men that died young
But aware that their ideas will last for centuries
As important words, unbroken and real as little miracles
Ideas of equality, ideas of education
Against every man that exercises oppression
Against everyone against a weaker one
Against he who buries his conscience in the cement
Think before firing
Think before speaking and judging, try to think
Think that you can decide
Wait a moment, only a moment more
With your head between your hands
There were men that continued
Although everything around was burning
Because, in the end, this life has no meaning
If you fear a bomb or a pointed gun
Men pass and a song passes
But no one will ever be able to stop the belief
That justice is not only an illusion
Think before firing
Think before speaking and judging, try to think
Think that you can decide
Wait a moment, only a moment more
With your head between your hands
Think