Botellas al mar

A red alert that sounds,
no more wars, no more sorrows,
A naked child begging
for common sense to return,
instead of making cannons, make bread. (repeat)

A white sailboat sails,
no more smokestack ships,
A sea lion begging
for common sense to return,
instead of killing them, take care of them more.

I'm throwing bottles into the sea,
like open wounds,
I'm throwing bottles into the sea,
waiting for an answer.
(( Chorus repeats ))

A white handkerchief waves,
for a man without borders,
A black girl begging,
for common sense to return,
instead of sowing peace with grudges. (repeat)

Little white dove carrying,
the message from my land,
tell the geniuses who invent
that common sense should return,
not to play with life anymore.

I'm throwing bottles into the sea,
like open wounds,
I'm throwing bottles into the sea,
waiting for an answer.
(( Chorus repeats ))