That bird that flies
With the sensation
Of possessing everything and I
Here sitting with nothing
Not even a pair of wings
To escape
The bird The avenue flies through neighborhoods,
Sad, lonely and angry neighborhoods that are
It seems like a myth of joy from years ago
It flooded this poor city
Body to body by rivers of motors
I see the outbreaks
Of the disease that
Obliges to treasure
Millions of pharynxes exhaling discontent
What does living without a reason give? >At high altitude like an airplane
I read the plans with which this nation was built
The land where we try to go on foot
It is a question, if one day it was ours
Ave satí ©lite begins to elucidate
Some of the history of humanity
Religious revolutions
With good intentions
They have ended up tyrannizing
The perspective from higher up
It is not cordial
Is it perhaps a great total state?
With two races living in peace
The smallest oppressing the rest of us
The bird has no plan
To escape
Opening in the overture
The final chaos
That is why today he has decided
To fly, to love this
Anxiety that does him so much good and so much harm
That bird that flies
Sure that I belong
Nothing and here I think I have everything
And a pair of wings to fly.

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