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They say I'm lazy
That work scares me
I suffer for my calling
Just thinking is what I like

And I spend the whole day
Fixing problems
But humility kills me
No one ever finds out

Damn my trade
Anonymous and quiet
Sometimes I think to myself
That it’s like a calling

Maybe when they understand me
It'll be a bit too late
But I think I’ll forgive them
I’m a reasonable man

I get up early
From my old cot
Keep going without stopping
Just thinking, damn it

The siesta relaxes me
Tensions that I hold
The life of an intellectual
Has a bitter taste

If I'm misunderstood
I keep on with my science
In the sin of thinking
Lies my penance

Sooner or later
I’ll be famous
Because I’m the great thinker
From the town of Brea Pozo