Mas Circo Y Mas Pan

Justice forgives the guilty
They sell weapons and sign peace
The mayor dresses kindly
And sends immigrants back to the sea
While the press is in the pantry
You and I stay silent
For the founding fathers will give us
More circus and more bread
Because he who leaves never shares a piece of the pie
If things go wrong, stay silent
Because he who leaves never shares a piece of the pie
The founding fathers will give us
More circus and more bread
May heaven help you endure hunger
May god not be in your place
You're only worth it if you're profitable
No matter who falls, it's all the same to us
Smuggling fattens the banks
You and I stay silent
For the founding fathers will give us
More circus and more bread
Woe to those who came from elsewhere
Woe to those who couldn't make it
May heaven help you endure hunger
May god not be in your place
What's ours is ours, our father
You and I stay silent
For the founding fathers will give us
More circus and more bread