Las Vacas, Pereyra y La Elite

The cows found out about the industry
And now they're coming for us
They found out that, for not having language
Nor commerce, nor luggage
They are of lower class

The empathy for the other and for oneself
And the line that divides their horizon
Pereyra twists with questions
When insomnia and guilt
Don't leave him in peace

Pereyra is a federal police officer
Imprisoned by a conflict
Of existential nature
He thinks while hitting protesters
That everything he does
Is functional for an elite

An elite that watches over you
They show you the violence from below
To cover up the one from above (shalalala, lala)
An elite, an elite that controls you
You'll be expelled from the game if you voice any complaint

The poor realized that the rich
Deceived him with colorful pieces of paper
He realized the deception of the press
Like what he sees and thinks
Goes to the highest bidder (cachín)

Pereyra wakes up sleepless
Ready to calm his cravings in the street
But when he opens the door
Ten thousand cows fully alert
Surprise him with molotov bombs

Pereyra is a federal police officer
Imprisoned by a conflict
Of existential nature
He constantly doubts his existence
Especially when urgency arises
He's always functional for an elite

An elite that doesn't care
You could be starving
While they eat the cake
And the elite passes into the hands of the cows
But history doesn't learn and now they kill humans in masses

They will fall, but the bad thing about power
Is that there will always be another to mess it up later
Blinded and ambitious by the principle of pleasure
And with the help of Pereyras, they can maintain order
Keep quiet, go to bed without eating