The minutes and hours pass
Weaving the days and the years,
A natural clock with continuous ticking
Of automatic actions
For formal and cold greetings
Of feigned smiles
Of formal manners.
Wandering the streets
Passers-by or boxes of irons
That they move cold by their ways
Towards an uncertain destiny
To the money factories
Where we commit the life
Trampling our dreams
And from time to time those crazy people appear
Those crazy people who break our routine
That they make us smile
That remind us that we still live
Thanks to our pains
That distract us from everyday automatism
Activating the dormant heart
It's a different hug
It is a look with a soul
It is a sensitive touch
A word burns
A free song that elevates the spirit
While you sow your roots in life
He is the man who lives in history and his heaven
They are those few rebels
That question conformism
Without a word, with a gesture,
Waking up asleep
Remembering that we live
That we are outsiders
That we're on the way
Give us Lord of those crazy
That remind us what you did
Free men, living in hope
Impervious to the vanities of the times
References of authentic beings
No fears, friend, brother,
Simply your image
Simply human.
They need crazy
And I want to be one.
