Sueños Rotos

Border city that does not honor the meritorious
Present not past, preterite in the desert
There is no green, no history that logically
Agrees, it's the ebb and flow of hunger that crosses
Daily that wire...

She only has 15 long workday hours waiting for her
Public transport is around the corner
Sewing and sewing thousands of garments systematically
She has no time for games, it's her dynamic
Every penny of the tiny salary has an owner
I strictly forbid the minimum gesture of dreaming

School is not in her plans
First to solve basic needs
Steps to the left 3 meters and then right
She follows the same route where the wolf lurks
And so she learned to live with fear as something healthy
Her friend fear the daily companion
And now what's on the radio narrating a new
Discovery, society vomits in disgust
300 Dead and no trace, listen well
300 Dead and they say there's no trace
The nights pass and pass and one more family
Counting stars with tears

Broken dreams in the border city it's
Hard to understand... it's hard for anyone
Not one more death... not one more death in the
Border city...

Broken dreams in the border city it's
Hard to understand... it's hard for anyone
Not one more death... not one more death in the
Border city...

Broken dreams in the border city it's
Hard to understand... it's hard for anyone
Not one more death... not one more death in the
Border city...

Broken dreams goodbye to innocent existence
Snatched after walking the old path
But at the wrong time, only guilty of not knowing what was happening
With a simple why nailed in the gaze each one
With their own story without a written end alive
In the memory of those who demand
Justice loudly or Friday glory
Cursed game... blessed sky impunity abuse the
King land without law... incompetent authority... blind and deaf
Afraid to catch the big fish
Juarez is a witness to homicide without punishment... families
Broken with aching hearts
How to live peacefully when the enemy lurks
In the city of no one where they
Are the target while the rest of the country
We wonder how long and we continue
Waiting for the massacre to cease hard to believe
That there are victims of 13 in full youth
Underground forever inside a coffin they went
In a quick goodbye but not one more death
Women now have a voice... they can rest in peace
(If they can rest in peace)

Broken dreams in the border city it's
Hard to understand... it's hard for anyone
Not one more death... not one more death in the
Border city

Broken dreams in the border city it's
Hard to understand... it's hard for anyone
Not one more death... not one more death in the
Border city