Octavo día [English translation]

On the eighth day, after so much work, God

After reviewing everything and to release some tension

Said "Everything is alright, it's time to rest"

And then he decided to take a stroll along the sidereal space

Who would have thought that God himself found that everything

Had been thrown into an infernal chaos when he came back

And that He would become just another figure of the

Unemployment rate that every year increases non-stop

Since then there are people who have seen Him

Walking alone in the streets

He is waiting patiently for someone

With whom He can talk in a peaceful way

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Meanwhile the world keeps spinning and spinning

Nothing can stop it

And down here a minority uses us

As if we were chess pieces

I'm not the kind of idiot

That allows herself to be convinced

But I'm telling the truth

And even the blind can see it

In case that, be it because of the lack of occupation

Or because of the extreme loneliness,

God couldn't stand this anymore

And left for another place

It would be our doom

We wouldn't have other choice than

To adore Michael Jackson or

Bill Clinton or maybe Tarzan

It's harder to be a king with no crown

Than a normal person

Poor God! He never appears in magazines

Neither is He a model nor an artist

Nor does He descends from a royal family

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