Sr. Juez

It seems unfair to me
To be imprisoned, Mr. Judge
For throwing a stone at the president
I know very well that I've never been good at aiming
And the target wasn't to hit that lieutenant
My stone was a scratch on the armor
In the sentence you must consider
That my stone intended with its journey
My citizen's recourse to express myself

Against the new tenant of the presidential house
With his pilgrim dreams of enrolling in the carnival
That dream that begins when it starts to end
Do you know how many broken dreams fit in cardboard urns?
Why count the votes if the equation repeats itself?
And if I write a letter to utopia
With my name and address as the sender
It would be like writing to melancholy
And surrendering to resignation

How many skinny fish have you sent to guard?
Like this one speaking to you today, Your Honor
How many big fish have you failed to judge?
To feed irony
My stone is another stripe for the tiger
Innocent as the cry of a child
If I touch your heart, let me go
If you touch reason, paint me red

While the new tenant of the presidential house
With his pilgrim dreams of enrolling in the carnival
Of that dream that begins when it starts to end
Do you know how many broken dreams fit in cardboard urns?
Why count the votes if the equation repeats itself?
And if I write a letter to utopia
With my name and address as the sender
It would be like writing to melancholy
And surrendering to resignation

It seems unfair to me to be imprisoned, Mr. Judge
And not even have hit my target