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The sun calls a king, the sun calls a king
Of red blood, of his own soul
Yesterday the king arrived, yesterday he believed without seeing
To the one who whips him, to whoever chooses it
To show the prism of truth
To our worldly people of masks
And that of perseverance of those who have today
His blue blood
The sun sent the king, the king saw again
Whoever whips him, whoever chooses him
To undertake the march of truth
That we have soiled by years of possessiveness
And that of the perseverance of those who have today
Their blue blood
The time has come to unite
To this whole world in a single, simple language
The clouds gather to descend to the king
Who comes to visit to stay with him
To undertake the march of truth
In our worldly people of masks
And that of perseverance of those who have today
Their blue blood