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Poor country
Crushed by abuses of power
Of infamous people who don't know what modesty is
They believe to be powerful and they're okay with what they do
And everything belongs to them
Among the rulers
How many perfect and useless buffoons
This country ravaged by pain
But don't they give you a little bit of regret
Those bodies on the ground with no more heat?
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 pigs' boot sink in the mud
I am ashamed of it a bit 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
We can hope
That the world returns to more normal heights
That I can contemplate the sky and the flowers
That we no longer speak of dictatorships
If we still have a little to live
Spring is late in coming meanwhile
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