Hijos de Nadie

Dreamers dream of escaping poverty
Hoping that someday good luck will rain
The nobodies, the children of nobody
The owners of nothing, the nobodies
Worth less than the bullet that kills them

If you tend to judge, be a little patient
Set an example for those who claim to be conscious
Bet on the poor, give hope to the hungry
It's better to have leftovers than to let the belly growl

I know about that and more because the evidence surrounds us
Apparently, the world feeds only on pain
With just a change and a few coins
They make themselves valuable, filling the void left by those who abandoned them

The only option at such a young age
But how can you ignore it when necessity demands it?
Children of nobody but owners of reality
Don't doubt them, they can also teach you

Children of nobody can offer you a show
While the traffic light is red
Children of who? Children of nobody
They can guide your steps on lazy afternoons
And even remove the dust from your eyes

Children of nobody, the scenery of the streets
Providing more than a thousand details
And yet they wait for God to repay them
Children of who? Children of nobody

Lost children labeled as lazy
Categorized as bad for being drugged
Stereotyped as bandits for being born on the street
And raised by the neighborhood

But only ignorant people judge
And society is responsible for those comments
No one does anything to remedy it, they are in danger daily
And who cares?

Criminals to many, but for them there's no other way
Life is short, so short that it's hard to control the crazy life
At every corner, battles are fought and endured
Because there are places where the fantastic and the real collide

Children of nobody can offer you a show
While the traffic light is red
Children of who? Children of nobody
They can guide your steps on lazy afternoons
And even remove the dust from your eyes

Children of nobody, the scenery of the streets
Providing more than a thousand details
And yet they wait for God to repay them
Children of who? Children of nobody

Where a single moment turns consciousness
From always being ignored
Walk on this side
Surrounded by the usual to the ordinary

And a mercenary of weak progress, few futures
Pure feelings where the best is daily
Recharge the bad mood in the circle
The center of fortune

A few steps from shame
Maybe you indulge in luck
Although rarely strolling through the neighborhood

Because with what you like to cooperate, it brings us relief
For the lost and forgotten
Consequence, coincidence that insists
The problem is not having it, but how? Check

And the system is weak, it's sorely lacking
And what little there is, must be taken
Hot land, difficult times
The kids do what they can to pass the time
Children of who? Children of nobody

Who don't speak languages, but dialects
Who don't profess religions, but superstitions
Who don't make art, but crafts
Who don't practice culture, but folklore
Who are not human beings, but human resources