לא עליך המלאכה לגמור, ולא אתה הבן חורין ליבטל ממנה
Sometimes it seems to me that this world
Is nothing but a beta version of this amazing thing
And while our maker has gone to his next improved version
We are left behind in this Flying Dutchman
Those blessed, cursed humans
You may call them authors, true leaders
Kings with no crown or simple human beings
They lived and died here they are always among us
Those unsung prophets and dead messiahs
Canto que ha sido valiente
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