Bravo muchachos

Bravo guys
Well here you have us
All poets from '56
Passing through a world in agony
Life is just fantasy
We walk on a thread in the sky
Over a hundred thousand meters above the asphalt
We are dots up high
City flags waving in the wind
Staying upright is worse every day
With so many troubles, so much hypocrisy
Look ahead as there's nothing behind
And you can't go back
We walk pulling the world
It may seem absurd to some
And we are the force
That moves tides and volcanoes
I live as I can, my friend
I don't know who I am or what will become of me
What will our future hold?
I follow the guiding star
We walk high in the sky
You can barely see us from the ground
Hanging from time
In crisis since eternity
We will be strong
Fighting until death
Coming from a harsh winter
Straight from hell
Good boys, good people
With different principles
Healthy anger, without malice
Soul broken without justice
Half crazy, half sad
Poor Christs, always humble
In this empty life
So much violence, so much envy
Heroes and criminals
Good boys, good people.