SORT QUE ELS MESTRES
HAN CANVIAT.

NOSALTRES NO NECESSITEM
EDUCACIÓ, NI CAP TIPUS DE
CONTROL SI S'ADMINISTRA
AMB VIOLÈNCIA.

...I ARA, AL SEGLE XXI A
LES ESCOLES, ES FORMEN
PERSONES?

ES PREPARA GENT PER QUE
TINGUI CRITERI PROPI?

O SIMPLEMENT FABRIQUEM
TOTXOS PER COL·LOCAR-LOS
EN EL MUR I FER MÉS
ENORME EL LÍMIT.

Aquí us deixo un regal...
espero que us agradi.
A mi m'omple, espero que a
vosaltres també



I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay

But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune

Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thougt my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here

Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune