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Let flowered
Lord, his path
his soul when you
the world and his skin
must leave
when it comes to your heaven
where in broad daylight
shine stars.

When cross
the last old bridge
suicides tell
kissing his forehead
come to Paradise
there I go where I
because there is no hell
good in the world of God

Have you come to
with its tired bones
following from thousands
those white faces
let you return
among the dead for contempt
that the heavens and the earth
showed courage .

Gentlemen conformists
I hope you do not mind
if in heaven, in the midst of the Saints
God, in his arms
stifle the sob
those pale lips
that hatred and ignorance
preferred death.

God of mercy
your beautiful heaven
you did
especially for those who did not smile
for those who have lived
with a clean conscience
hell exists only
for those who fear.

nobody better than him
you can never give
errors we all
you can and want to save.

Listen to his voice
who now sings in the wind
God of mercy
'll see, you'll be pleased.
God of mercy
'll see, you'll be pleased.