There were men of which pages have been written Notes on a life of immeasurable bravery Irreplaceable because they denounced The most corrupt systems too often ignored Men or angels sent to the earth to fight a war Of feuds and of families scattered as so many balls On an island of blood that among so many wonders Between lemons and seashells… massacre sons and daughters Of a generation forced not to look To speak in a whisper To put out the light To comment with silence Every bullet in the air Every body in a ditchThere were men that little by little Have left a mark with courage and with commitment With devotion against an organized institution Our thing…your thing… what is yours? It’s ours…the freedom to speak That our eyes were made to watch The mouth to speak, the ears listen Not only music not only music The head turns and adjusts the aim, be clever At times condemning at times forgiving SimplyThink before firing Think before speaking and judging Try to think Think that you can decide Wait a moment Only a moment more With your head between your handsThere were men that died young But they were aware that their ideas Would last for centuries as important words Unbroken and real as little miracles Ideas of equality ideas of education Against every man that exercises oppression Against every one against a weaker one Against he who buries his conscience in the cement Think before firing Think before speaking and judging Try to think Think that you can decide Wait a moment Only a moment more With your head between your hands

There were men that continued Although everything around was burning Because in the end, this life has no meaning If you fear a bomb or a pointed gun Men passed and a song passes But no one will ever be able to stop the belief That justice is not only an illusion

Think before firing Think before speaking and judging Try to think Think that you can decide Wait a moment Only a moment more With your head between your hands Think