You shall have no other God before me,
often made me think:
different people coming from the east
said that in the end it was the same.

They believed in another different from you
and they did not hurt me.
They believed in another different from you
and they did not hurt me.
Do not name God,
do not name him in vain.
With a knife stuck in my side
I shouted my pain and his name:

but maybe he was tired, maybe too busy,
and he did not listen to my pain.
But maybe he was tired, maybe too far away,
I really named him in vain.

Honor your father, honor your mother
and honor their staff too,
kiss the hand that broke your nose
because you asked for a morsel:

when my father’s heart stopped
I felt no pain.
When my father’s heart stopped
I felt no pain.
Remember to keep holy the holidays.
Easy for us thieves
to enter temples that regurgitate psalms
of slaves and their masters

without ending up tied to altars
and slaughtered like animals.

Without ending up tied to altars
and slaughtered like animals.

The fifth says you must not steal
and perhaps I respected it
emptying, in silence, the already bulging pockets
of those who had stolen:

but I, without law, stole in my name,
those others in the name of God.

But I, without law, stole in my name,
those others in the name of God.

Do not commit acts that are not pure
that is, do not waste the seed.
Make a woman pregnant every time you love her
so you will be a man of faith:

Then the desire vanishes and the child remains
and hunger kills many.
I, perhaps, have confused pleasure and love:
but I have not created pain.

The seventh says do not kill
if you want to be worthy of heaven.
Look at it today, this law of God,
three times nailed in wood:

Look at the end of that Nazarene
and one thief does not die less.
Look at the end of that Nazarene
and one thief does not die less.

Do not bear false witness
and help them kill a man.
They know the divine law by heart,
and they always forget forgiveness:

I have perjured myself on God and on my honor
and no, I feel no pain.
I have perjured myself on God and on my honor
and no, I feel no pain.

Do not covet other people’s property
do not covet their wife.
Tell those, ask the few
who have a woman and something:

in other people’s beds already warm with love
I felt no pain.
Yesterday’s envy is not over:
tonight I envy your life.

But now that the evening comes and the darkness
takes the pain from my eyes
and the sun slips beyond the dunes
to rape other nights:

I, in seeing this man who dies,
mother, I feel pain.
In the pity that does not yield to rancor,
mother, I have learned love".