In spite my troubles I will smile,
In spite my foes I will live,
In spite my dreams I’ll be in real,
In spite of everything I’ll see.
And I’m too bold for common sense,
And I’m too mad to be the same,
And I’m too free for live like right,
And I’m too sensible for love.
The powers that be, what men they are?
The Gods of live, how meanness are?
So, I believe in genuine gods –
My luck, my brains and, also, words.