I saw the concubine of hemoglobin
Firing normal bullet bursts and making victims
In the ranks of Adam's descendants
It's overwhelming, troubling, these are not blank bullets
We send pigeons to defend the dove
Who advance like pawns to defend bombs
The Sleeper in the Valley does not sleep
He is dead and his body is rigid and cold
I saw the concubine of hemoglobin
With the Vietmin in Vietnam, in the form of mines and Napalm
Because science throws us its science
Science without conscience equals science of unconsciousness
She doesn't care about progress, but wants progression
Of all the processes that lead to elimination

I saw the concubine of hemoglobin
Dreary like autumn, a spring in China
That's enough, past, wasted enough, broken
The porcelain of pain, which is the dove of peace
The art of war kills young children
The work of Kim Song Man remains unfinished
The war ruined Guernica
And like the freeloader, Picasso repainted it
I saw the concubine of hemoglobin
In an election campaign in my magazines
Jovial, but unstable, the politician settles in
As IAM says "it's a mental hold-up"
I dose them with the prose fight
Pose with the mic, the mic has become my combat uniform
I like politics when it has enough vocation
To fight against the processes that lead to elimination

I saw the concubine of hemoglobin
In an economic struggle, Kalash-M16
The opinion quickly realizes that there are unfortunate ones
When the ground turns red come the blue helmets
The SOLAARSENAL is equipped with vocal bullets
Faced with ground-to-ground, ground-to-air, Solaar becomes radical
Notice the paradox of the pyromaniac firefighter, hmm
It's as if the mafia was fighting against the mafia
I saw the concubine of hemoglobin
Making herself beautiful like the vaults of the Sistine Chapel
For the literacy of neo-fascists, cold or hot
Before cramming, they wish for the Dungeon, go revisit Dachau
Such is the ABC of the young Fascist
It's the horde under the orders of a new order
All over the cities of the globe, idiots are weaving their ropes
I saw the concubine of hemoglobin
She loves prolactin and black tuxedos

I saw the concubine
Of hemoglobin
I saw
Of hemoglobin

You know yourself
It's hard to say but, I'm scared

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