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And time meanwhile creates heroes
While the sun still burns for its own purposes
And the land is fat and rich and bears jealousy
And the school teaches poetry
Time is played inside the bars
And you pray to a God digesting the troubles
All this is life friend and you go struggling
Messenger of your problems
With your hands dirty with cheerfulness
The children play with the stones in the street
And the old people grow old in front of the TV
With the pipe and one we bet more
And still on through the fog and madness
And democracy in your pocket
And honesty remains for poor people
For the benefit of those who don't have it
Who can still buy it
/>But just stay calm there sitting at the bar
With your God, and your 'Little Troubles'
No! Nothing happened, your house is there
And no one will touch it