Hopefully a man comes to us
At the gates of the city
May love be his kingdom
And hope his guest
And may he be like the trees
That my father had planted
Proud and noble as a summer evening
And that the laughter of children
Who ring in his head
Splash him with festive reflections
If only a man comes to us
At the gates of the city ©
Let his gaze be a psalm
Made of shattered suns
Let him not kneel
Before all the gold of 'a lord
But sometimes to pick a flower
And that he drives away with his hand
Forever and forever
The solutions which would be without love
Provided that comes to us a man
At the gates of the city
And who is not a balm
But a strength, a clarity
And that his color May he be righteous
Young and beautiful as the storm
May he never be old or wise
And may he be driven out of the temple again
The God writer without opinion
Merchant of nothing
Merchant of emotions
As long as a man comes to us
At the gates of the city
Before the other men
Who live in the city
Humiliated, their hopes bruised
And heavy with their cold anger
Do not stand up to hollows of the nights
New barricades

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