Para Los Demás

I cultivate the white rose
And goodwill
For the one who shakes my hand
And the other who doesn't

To the caged owl
Let it think badly
And to the bird of benevolence
Let it fly away

I give reason to the madman
And peace to the barbarian
My song and my heart
Are, are for others

The rooster no matter how hard it pushes
Will never be a hawk
Why trample
If I'm going to get there anyway

I'm not better than Peter
I'm not worth more than John
If they're going to put a price on me
Let it be that of humanity

I give reason to the madman
And peace to the barbarian
My song and my heart
Are, are for others

If I ask time for time
It never denies me
It's mine for others
In case of need

He who lives for no one
You know where he'll end up
In towers of sand and smoke
And at his own funeral

I give reason to the madman
And peace to the barbarian
My song and my heart
Are, are for others