You can't have both, your conscience rest, And all the wealth your father left. The two are heavy to soar with To heaven where God grants His mirth.
How can you blend between robbed coins And tranquil life your conscience joins ? The soul of evil your heart dwells With those robbed coins your safe conceals.
You can drive cars and fly first class And meet the people whose words pass; You can be proud and get respect But your heart will all that regret.
A rich girl you have as a spouse And gain a palace for a house; You can fly and see all the world But remorse on your heart is hurled.
In brief, you feel a thing is lost That all your theft can't pay the cost; It is your brother's stolen share That leads your heart to full despair.