04.03.2018
The dreams of culture
Culture is crying with a kid in its armsIn a square cage with bars of ignorance
Its eyes are two screens broadcasting its drama
With garbage serials that come from another culture
At day it goes on bail
At night returns to its place
It is seen alone
Among its crossed-out books
Its cutted movies
Its forgotten songs
And its burned theaters
Oh oh oh oh the history moves on
But life lasts too little
When men feel free
Our culture will be more free
When men feel free
Our culture will be more rich
Let sing, let say,
let express, let feel
Let talk, let say,
let be, let live, live
Culture is sleeping, it doesn't want to be awake
Because its beautiful dreams are shelter of its destiny
But the people's crying is waking it up
And its dreams become necessary ideals
It dreams with classrooms on broad daylight
full of children and youth
And it also dreams
with honest governors
With traveling artists
with the return of inmigrants
And the oblivion of remorse
Oh oh oh oh the history moves on
And it falls in censorship hands
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