El Francotirador

Dressed up dolls come out on TV
washing your brain looking for a reaction
enough of sermons, people have their reasons
the kid from Fiorito beats in our hearts

I live in the land of depression, political games corruption
I have nothing left but an illusion
the hand of God shoots goals, the sniper
Head of my homeland, people, saint and sinner
revenge of the poor winner and loser
take my mistakes, images of my frustration
give away his virtues, resemblance of passion

Who are they talking to, who do they want to deceive
always wanting to use a scapegoat
f***ing ink-slinger, nothing can save you
the journalist killer loads the rifle one more time.