Poor homeland crushed by the abuses of power
By infamous people who don't know what shame is
They think they are powerful and it suits them
What they do and everything belongs to them

Among the rulers, how many perfect and useless clowns
This country is devastated by pain
But don't those bodies on the ground without warmth
Give you a bit of sorrow?

It won't change, it won't change
No, it will change, maybe it will change

But how to excuse the hyenas in the stadiums and those in the newspapers?
The boot of the pigs sinks into the mud
I am a bit ashamed and it hurts me
To see a man like an animal

It won't change, it won't change
Yes, it will change, you'll see it will change

One can hope that the world returns to more normal levels
That it can contemplate the sky and the flowers
That we no longer talk about dictatorships
If we still have a bit of life left
Meanwhile, spring is late in arriving

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