In the middle of an unscrupulous and treacherous world, Where life is perishable, but you don’t know that, Where we aimed to the future, we condemn the past, Death seems distant, but it is not. Moral and religion, the opium of the people, Europe, the center of the universe. Ignorance is preserved, and the truths are hidden, Time is considered inexhaustible. (Chorus) Historians, historians of the New World, Historians, historians of the New World. Remnants of the past are analyzed, Tiny fragments exude a tortuous pain, Large and small experiences are forgotten, Being of interest to the plaintive historian. Carry the weight of the dead on their backs, Immersed in a distant past, Looking to find answers to this Answers to the New World The laborious historian, Armed against human fallacies, Establishing a dialogue with those who can’t speak, So to clarify and deconstructing the great myths of history. (Chorus) Historians, historians of the New World, Historians, historians of the New World.

For a long time in the west, Social customs were different from the current In the middle of the thirteenth century, They used to eat with the hands and hack to the ground For one single meal, prepared an entire animal. People lived amidt the carcasses, Stowed throughout the house Natural habits considered, Not provoke disgust or shame. (Chorus) The civilizing process, habits have changed The civilizing process, individuals were trained. The usual way of social acting Was placed in question... By the humanist writings Produced on behalf of the distinction and aristocratic superiority... Above the rabble. They sought to refine the daily life of nobles, To teach them new... Methods of conduct Took another step the civilizing process, Barbarize old ways in favor of new. With the dispersion of the civilizing aspects, Has changed radically social behavior Changed the clothing customs the table, Changed the relationship between the sexes. (Chorus) The civilizing process, habits have changed The civilizing process, individuals were trained. By disgust, people gross attitudes Moved away to feed themselves of fear Abandoning their old emotional structure For shame, failed to act in accordance with their previous. (Chorus) The civilizing process, habits have changed The civilizing process, individuals were trained.

Filthy streets, poor hygiene Rats and insects living with the population Dropping on the floor exude tortuous odors Bodies decompose throughout the city In the Middle Ages, an exclusion medicine was arising Everything was inspected by the doctor eyes Houses were invades in the name of a purified city Customs and habits suffered a major health intervention (Narrative) Lepers were exiled from society Joined his leprosy with the leprosy of others, They begin to live isolated from the world Just waiting for the arrival of death. Cities were analyzed thoroughty Hunted to plague, were promoted Endemic diffusion places were inspected Initiated the individualization of corpses and graves. Medical and chemical in an etiological search, Theories and methods were tested daily The mutation of the urban spaces was evidenced, ‘The social structure was modified.

I – The Call of The Oceans (Narrative I) At the height of the european comercial expansion The seas claimed by men, They were accessible sources of wealth, For those who aspired to amass great fortunes. For lack of opportunities in the English Kingdom, many people left the country, Large number of ambitious, some forced and others seeling a better life, They joined the piracy, the great villain of maritime trade. Listening to the mast snapping, And the roar of the captain, resting before fighting. The battle has to be painful, for all who did not dare to get drunk English helping, Spaniards waiting, The night comes to laugh of him who sleeps, drunk in to his bed. (Chorus 2x) Moonlight iluminates the edge of a sword, Footsteps are heard amid the deck. II – The Motin and The Travel (Narrative II) An interest in the huge fortune that could raise the East Indies, A man persuaded his colleagues to carry out a motin. The captain was about to laydown and the crew would attack. The sound of the signal, others climbed on board and joined the group. Rigging creaking and the bell ringing, The captain was surprised by the confusion at the height of the morning. (Dialogue between Avery and the Captain) -What is going on? -Anything. -There seems to be a storm, and the ship had been dragged from the dock. -We were on the high seas and the weather was pretty good. -How is this possible? -Don’t be so scared, now I’m the captain of this ship. I will raise money in Madagascar. I have my courage mates with me, you can join us or get out of here. Such a decision, Takes the man to withdraw to the sea Part paddling in a small dinghy, That gradually there was away, The strong wind blows the candles, In favor of the desire of sailors, Madagascar was the fate of the mutineers, The needle of the compass, pointing the direction, And the captain shouted with his hands at the helm. III – Wealth and Poverty (Narrative III) After a few days at sea, he landed with his crew in Madagascar, Where they formed a powerful alliance with other pirates who found, Men well armed, owners of two other small sloops, Noting that were in greater number and were stronger, Out on a promising journey in the back of Arabia, There gathered huge amounts of money and precious artifacts, After plundering a rich ship of powerful nobles of the region, But Avery had already made plans to their advantage, To get all the power over this fortune. A stolen treasure, Shines like the sun That marks the dawns, Obscuring the vision of our captain That languishes amid ambition, With his gaze cold and hungry, Devours the beauty of these coins, Lying on each other, In the darkness of countless chests Trust is a wound with a knife, The alliance fades suddenly, As the gentle sleep aid dawns, Kisses the princess of the night, The tired faces of those who sleep, While Avery broke with all the gold, Making fools of abandoned, Great dreamers frustrated. Hidden in England, He became a miserable, Owner of a money that could not spent He trusted, and was blackmailed The force is the fear of the mutineers Decided the courts and the executioner, When the last breath of life would be given Avery lived starving and upset Ending his days, Without spending a penny. (Chorus 2x) Moonlight illuminates the edge of a sword, Footsteps are heard amid the deck.