Bertold Bretch escribió varias versiones del escrito que puse ayer. Vienen a ser lo mismo, pero son diferentes, y cada una de ellas merece una melodía, una atención y hasta un idioma particular. Tal vez pensó que dicho de otra forma, los que no se enteraron a la primera se enterarían a la segunda; desgraciadamente, no hay más ciego que el que no quiere ver.
First they arrested Lumumba I did not feel concerned For Lumumba was a communist from Tetela tribe!
Second they hanged politicians on a Pentecost day Why worry about it? I did not expect any advantage from these politicians!
Later they shot unarmed students But still this did not mean anything to me Because the students were asked to keep quiet!
Two days ago they sent a Cardinal into exile And then? Did the Cardinal ever share his dividends with me?
Today they have arrested and tortured my neighbor I have nothing in common with him My neighbor is a proud boastful man from the Luba tribe!
Now it is me that they put in jail because of my writings