(When someone, an uncle is in jail
And if he doesn't get out of jail
At least his voice gets out
The voice can't be stopped
Neither bars nor walls)

As a child, I didn't like
Books or cassocks
Nor going out in processions
I was as disobedient
As the west wind
Mischievous and playful

Instead of looking at the sky
I started measuring the ground
That I had to walk on
And I never followed the flock,
Because neither the shepherd
Nor the master were trustworthy people

Like the one who is silent, consents
And although ignorance is deaf
I was able to raise my voice
Louder than the barking
Of the pampered dogs
And louder than the voice of the shepherd
The shepherd

I started racing
Through shortcuts and paths
Too narrow for me
And my neighbors said
That I was on the wrong path
Strayed from the fold

I was always that black sheep
That knew how to dodge the stones
That were thrown to hit me
And the more the years go by
The more I stray from the flock
Because I don't know where it's going

Like the one who is silent, consents
And although ignorance is deaf
I was able to raise my voice
Louder than the barking
Of the pampered dogs
And louder than the voice of the shepherd
The shepherd

Like the one who is silent, consents
And although ignorance is deaf
I was able to raise my voice
Louder than the barking
Of the pampered dogs
And louder than the voice of the shepherd
The shepherd

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