Poor country! Crushed by the abuses of power
Of infamous people, who do not know what modesty is
They believe they are powerful and they are fine with what they do
And everything belongs to them
Among the rulers, how many perfect and useless buffoons
This country is devastated by pain
But don't they give you a little displeasure
Those bodies on the ground with no more heat?< br/>It won't change, it won't change
No it will change, maybe it will change
But how can you excuse the hyenas in the stadiums and those in the newspapers?
He sinks his boot into the mud of pigs
I'm a little ashamed of it, and it hurts me
Seeing a man like an animal
He won't change, he won't change
Yes he will change, you'll see that will change
I want to hope that the world returns to more normal levels
That it can contemplate the sky and the flowers
That we no longer talk about dictatorships
If we have still a little to live
Meanwhile spring is slow in arriving

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