Todo es en vano si no hay amor

Everything is in vain, if there is no love
to sing this phrase has been born in me
to remember a great lived moment
to quench my thirst with a sigh

feeling the steps of the cataclysm
opening the shell of a forbidden world
Where the past has died
and this agonizing wait, too...

Eclipsing with my voice the firmament
to transform the people
so that the shithead no longer thinks of himself
nor the ruling class

everything is in vain if there is no love

everything is in vain if there is no love
from the artist to his contractor
from the agent to the commissioner
from the teacher to his students
from their parents to their children
from the preacher to his faithful
from the healer to the patient
and everything humanly possible

Incorrigible clouds of crime
nourished by injustice
disappear by just forgetting them
and let truth honor life

Feeling the steps of the cataclysm
Opening the shell of a forbidden world
Where the past has died
And this agonizing wait too

Eclipsing with my voice the firmament
And transforming the people
So that the shithead no longer thinks of himself
Nor the ruling class
Everything is in vain if there is no love