Baby, buy the newspaper
And come see the sun
It continues to shine
Despite so much barbarity
Baby, listen to the rooster crow
The dawn of our times
br/>This is no time to cry
The thought has dawned
The poet is alive
With his windmills
Moving forward
The great wheel of history
But whoever has the courage to listen
The thought has dawned
That it will change the world
With its windmills
If you You can't be strong
Be at least human
When the Pope and his flock arrive
Don't feel sorry
Everyone is similar
When he feels pain
But not and only at noon
Only those who are ready for love
The poet is not he died
He went to hell and came back
He saw the Garden of the Ã^dem
And he told us
But whoever has the courage to listen
The thought dawned
That will change the world
With its windmills

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