With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
Nobody will ever stop
To fight for the right
Fanatics, dictators
Their militias, their prisons
All the comics, the mockers
Their humor, their satires
That make you die laughing
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
No army will silence
When they tell the whole world
Till they're out of breath
That we must beat hate
In every country, the artists
Have always risen
Of a free and pacifist world
Where billions of hands
Brandish scrolls
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons
With a pencil, with a pencil
Than with a rifle, than with a cannon
With a pencil, with a pencil
All the rifles, all the cannons