Ricardo Arjona
Miscellaneous
Mr. Judge
I think it is an injustice
Being imprisoned, Mr. Judge
For throwing a stone at the president
Be very Well, I have never gotten a 10 in marksmanship
And the objective was not to hit that lieutenant
My stone was a scratch on the armor
In the penalty you must consider
That my stone intended with its journey
My citizen resource to be able to express myself
Against the new tenant of the presidential house
With its pilgrim dreams of registering for the carnival
that dream that It begins when it begins to end
You know how many broken dreams fit in cardboard ballot boxes
So why do the votes count if the equation is repeated
And if I write a letter to utopia
And as the sender my name and address
It would be like writing to melancholy
And surrendering to resignation
How many skinny fish have you sent to keep
Like this one who speaks to you today your honor
How many big shots have you stopped judging
To feed irony
My stone is another stripe for the tiger
Innocent as the cry of a duckling
br/>If I touch your heart, let me free
If they touch your reason, it paints me red
While the new tenant of the presidential house
With his pilgrim dreams of registering for the carnival
Of that dream that begins when it begins to end
Do you know how many broken dreams fit in cardboard ballot boxes
So why do the votes count if the equation is repeated
And if I write a letter to utopia
And as the sender my name and address
It would be like writing to melancholy
And surrendering to resignation
It seems an injustice to me to be imprisoned, sir. judge
And not even having hit my target

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