Now I'm going to sing for the miserable ones
Who wander around the world, defeated
Of these badly planted seeds
That are already born with aborted faces
For people with very small souls
Removing small problems
Always wanting that thing
That they don't have
For those who see the light
But it doesn't illuminate their mini-certainties
They keep counting money
And it doesn't change when there's a full moon
For those who don't know how to love,
you're waiting for someone who fits into your dream
Like varicose veins that go increasing
Like insects around the lamp
Let's ask for mercy
Lord, have mercy
For these grim and cowardly people
Let's ask for mercy
Lord, pity
Gives them greatness and a little courage.
I want to sing only for weak people
Who are in the world and missed the journey
I want to sing the blues
With the pastor and the bass drum in the square.
Let's ask for mercy
For there is a fire under the thin rain
We are equal in misfortune