El tirano

I sing to you from my balcony
without owing anything to anyone
neither innocent nor guilty because I
neither sell nor buy an illusion
it seems that is your passion deceit and reforms

Because you sleep and don't let dream
you eat without inviting there's a thief in your shadow
sports, fun, madness and ambition
Slave of promises that a whole town awaited

I sing to you from my balcony
I can't stand your arrogance anymore
censoring my ideas even God
sleeps thinking about your power
we are the favorite dish of those you left
without eating asking for charity,
people with dignity who just want to work
patience has run out
it's time for the sun to rise and then you will know
the face of humiliation

I sing to you from my balcony
don't try to avoid my illusion it turned into hunger
you know, tyrants never end well
sooner or later, revenge is very bitter

Because you sleep and don't let dream
you eat without inviting
things didn't go well for you
patience has run out
it's time for the sun to rise
Slave of promises
that a whole town awaited