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My Love is silent and speaks only with crows
The prophets and the union no longer listen to him
Be careful little boys, don't clap your hands
With cyanide in dreams the vision deflates and falls down
br/>My brother is naked and lives under the snow
Don't believe the newspapers, spit and cheer up
They planned him and fired him properly
The houses of the smartest ones reflect us a lot light
Next Love lost at sea thirty years ago
Make a song revolution vamos a matar
Do it against the choirs of merchants in the temple
For the Christs murdered without a Truth
For the living and the dead that you sanctify at random
For the penis and the vagina and for what was sacred and is no longer
Do it so that the last become the first
For your filthy or half-washed conscience
For Andrea from Mestre or for Maria from Matera
For the bread and the chicken that no longer exist
Forward love lost at sea thirty years ago
Make the revolution song vamos a matar
Bloom a flower struck in the heart without mercy
Play the revolution song vamos a matar