Ainda creo na xente.
No seu errático andar, na incertidumbre de seu.
Pero ainda creo na xente.
Ainda creo na xente.
Longa noites de pedra agardan e mares de bágoas.
Ápteros bípedos implumes.
Pero ainda creo na xente.
Ainda creo na xente.
Exiliados de si mesmos, vivintes de varias vidas.
Animais sen manual de instruccións.
Opinantes sin criterio, votantes analfabetos.
Pero ainda creo na xente.
(the text below is an automatic translation)
I still believe in people.
In his erratic walk, in the uncertainty of his.
But I still believe in people.
I still believe in people.
Long stone nights awaiting and tear seas.
Bipedal apteros implumes
But I still believe in people.
I still believe in people.
Exiles of themselves, living of several lives.
Animals without an instruction manual.
Opinors without criteria, illiterate voters.
But I still believe in people.
