El Mundo Ya Se Acabó

There are already too many hands
With daggers in my back
Many of those hands used to shake mine
Sometimes I think there are no souls
That were exchanged for weapons, buttocks, skirts
Or anything that costs but is not worth
Calmness embarked us in this storm that no longer clears

Crime is in fashion, it's the only reason
To explain why they want to kill me for giving an opinion
Because every song is a child of my inspiration
Reason that makes me sing from the heart without following a pattern

Maybe I'm not right, it's my opinion that I comment
To convey a thought of love and resentment for example
To describe a feeling or explain with rhymes my disappointment
Like at this moment when I feel ignored or misunderstood
By those masses that embrace the senseless

You have no idea how much I've struggled to eat three times today and have a roof for the cold
I sing what I've learned, not what I've suffered
So that some son of a bitch comes to tell me that I haven't lived

Brothers, the world has already ended
Don't believe in me, believe in yourself and look around
We are in extra time
Here life doesn't matter, hearts are for sale

Brothers, the world has already ended
Don't believe in me, believe in yourself and look around
We are in extra time
Here life doesn't matter, souls are for sale

Brothers, the world has already ended
Don't believe in me, believe in yourself and look around
We are in extra time
Life doesn't matter, souls are for sale

I'm just another poet who's being honest at least
In another topic that talks about a world that is diminishing
In the land of never never more or less we are Peter
Because we don't even have bread anymore

Today everyone wants to be first
Maybe that's why they want to see us dead instead of supporting us
But as a Cuban brother told me
Those who throw the most at us are the ones who usually admire us

Yes, come on Venezuela wake up, yo'
Latin America wake up
This song won't be eternal
From your side until you learn to clean the shit that affects your mind

Brothers, the world has already ended
I'm not saying it, just look at the day to day
And they are not prophecies of a messiah
It's a call against anarchy and hypocrisy
Brothers, the world has already ended
Don't believe in me, believe in yourself and look around
We are in extra time, life doesn't matter, souls are for sale, brothers!

People, wake up
If you are not here present
Look beyond your noses
Find yourself
Yo'

Kaputo
Indigos, see
Canserbero

We sing from the soul
You wet your hands
Awake people
Get up
Yeah

Drugs, deaths, hunger, terrorism
Rapes, epidemics, extortions
So many hating me for what I sing
Look around you and tell me if the world hasn't ended

At least that's what I think