'A Thousand Millions
Our wound appears everyday
From those who carry the cross in life
A billion and it goes on
Without eating, it's now the problem
Keeping quiet is going to be the dilemma
How much longer will we wait
It was born, it looked, it flew
What insolent evil leads us
To face this final test
I can't stop dreaming
It was born, it looked, it flew.'
Translation from the original Spanish, which you can find here.
(... paradise music)