(Octavo Dia)
For freeing tensions, immediately reviewed it
He says everything is good, now itis the time for resting
And now he leaves for a walk given in space
Who would imagine that the same god would return
And find everything out of order
And that more would be unemployed
That the rate is annually growing without stopping
Before this who has seen him
Alone in the streets and traffic
He�s waiting patiently for somebody
Somebody who�s calm
Who can converse
While so much of this world keeps turning and turning
Without being able to stop
And here below, some handle us like pieces on a chessboard
I�m not one of the idiots
Who�s allowed to be convinced
But I tell the truth,
And will until even a blind man can see it
If he lacked an occupation
Or from excessive loneliness
God wouldn�t resist any more
And would run to another place
It would be our new damnation
And there wouldn�t be another remedy other than adoring
Michael Jackson, Bill Clinton or Tarzan
It�s harder to be a king without a crown
Than to be a normal person
Poor God isn�t sold in magazines
He isn�t a model or artistic or has a real family
While so much of this world keeps turning and turning
Without being able to stop
And here below, some handle us like pieces on a chessboard
I�m not one of the idiots
Who�s allowed to be convinced
But I tell the truth,
And will until even a blind man can see it
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