| Change the logos of posterity
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| For the logo of prosperity
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| Celebrate yourself, poet that you are
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| For a while the radical idea
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| Of everything matter, if for the supreme being
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| It doesn't matter, it's for mortal man
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| The coffers of knowledge are crammed
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| A knowing that becomes capital
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| A capital that makes the future yield
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| The interest of immortal condition
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| (But death is certain!)
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| Change the logos of posterity
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| For the logo of prosperity
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| And so for a long time, one seeks
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| The careful carving of the statue
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| That can cross the centuries intact
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| Make the remembrance of the poet perpetual
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| But one comes to the crossroads of life
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| To be on one side, the world on the other side
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| The poet is subjected to the servitude of the lid
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| When the voice of reason speaks deeper
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| And this voice commands:
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| Change the logos of posterity
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| For the logo of prosperity
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| And the good poet, solid after all
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| Takes possession of the sickle or the hammer
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| To invest from the here and now the capital
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| In the real production of a fair and beautiful world
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| Celebrate like this, mortal who already believes
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| The to-do as a ritual good
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| Cease the obsession with the supreme being
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| Born of pleasure through social
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| And the poet screams:
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| Change the logos of posterity
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| For the logo of prosperity
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| Here is the role of the big city
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| Here is the function of modernity |