Bombardeando

Since you were a kid
They have you bombarding
They do fine work
They are manipulating you
Since you were little
They already have you
They have sold your dreams
And your chosen destiny

But they want you to think
That you have a choice
That your grain of sand
Will change the nation

Listen to me, holy babe
I bring you this party just
To shake your hips
And make you forget your sorrow

And swallow everything that the news gives you
And don't ask questions until the day of your burial
And don't say anything, nothing
If they kick your ass
And you end up on the streets owing money
With no horizon
To fix your gaze
With no thoughts in your tired mind

Listen to me, holy babe
I bring you this party just
To shake your hips
And make you forget your sorrow

Cumbia of slavery
Tomb of youth
Cumbia of loneliness
Of this poor humanity

Cumbia, cumbia of slavery
Tomb, tomb of youth
Cumbia, cumbia of loneliness
Of this poor humanity

They are manipulating you
So you keep believing
That everything is your fault
And that you keep falling
Into the deep hole
Of your own failure
As if there was a way
To choose each step

And they force you to see yourself
Inhuman and deformed
Without really knowing
Why you are dissatisfied

Listen to me, holy babe
I bring you this party just
To shake your hips
And make you forget your sorrow

They play with you
With your fear of losing
And living without work
And not knowing what to do
So your children can eat
Along with your wife
You don't even want to look at her without wanting to run away

To go out partying
Without looking back
Because it fills you with shame
To not fulfill your promise

Listen to me, holy babe
I bring you this party just
To shake your hips
And make you forget your sorrow

Cumbia of slavery
Tomb of youth
Cumbia of loneliness
Of this poor humanity