There are men who dare,
Men who complain and
This is the owner of today's ball.
The one who manages the risks of my land,
My returns and my production .
There are vipers that heal, there are phrases that kill you
And this is the spider web of what is left.
But at the top of the tallest tree we will make nests...
And We will look for another better wind,
One that gives us our voice back.
And there will be stars like traces of destiny.
From the path of those who always screamed and no one listened.
And there will be stars like traces of destiny.
Of those who always looked for a better wind.
There are emergency villages,
Emergencies in my people
And there is not a single position that comes to speak today.
And so at the top of the tree...
And there would be no need to pay later,
The debts of I don't know who.
Madness to think, to a giant tree like my place.
Crazier I'm going to go,
If I exchange illusions for the sake of well-being.