Todos

There's a way to get on the sidewalk
bored of always being on the street,
but we all hide the ladder
seduced by the idea of getting there before anyone else.

Instead of building scaffolding, we search
for a way to take a shortcut;
the important thing is to arrive, even if we have
to step on people's heads if necessary.

Everyone, we are all responsible... everyone
for finding a way to get there.
Everyone, we are all responsible... everyone
who carries honesty on our elbows
covered with a touch of innocence
just in case our conscience doesn't bite.

Everyone, we are all responsible... everyone
for somehow distorting reality.
Everyone, we are all responsible... everyone
for giving a thousand nicknames to the truth.
Filtered by unusual nuances,
we feel happy.

We suspect a bright future
and immediately try to enjoy it:
We start selling the bear's skin
without knowing for sure how to catch it.

We confess our sins as penitents
before God, repenting on our knees
and as soon as we know we are forgiven
we continue as always, tripping each other up.

Everyone, we are all responsible... everyone
feeding the wolf out of self-interest.
Everyone, we are all responsible... everyone
committing above all the foolishness
of not seeing that while it eats at our table
its insatiable head watches over us.

Everyone, we are all responsible... everyone
for distorting reality among us.
Everyone, we are all responsible... everyone
for giving a thousand nicknames to the truth.
Filtered with unusual nuances
to give the feeling of being happy.