Bostezo Mundial

Someone rides on the back of pettiness
Someone doesn't sew up the tear in this garment
Someone dresses in ethics and morals
I had to shoot that balloon of bills
It was in the cold of the night, sleeping in a doorway
Dreaming of presidents about to explode
They had ships, ships and bales
Bales and a high from alcohol and blood

And on television
The story was a goldmine
A young man unleashed
His paranoia and sick genes
They say I didn't understand the guidelines of peace
They say I didn't accept their tools
I have the feeling of being and not counting
And what am I doing here, no one taught us
This is not our party

Someone sowed
The path of sorrow and it hurts us to walk
Your Honor
And the dust has brought the worldwide yawn
Let the witchcraft stop
And there is no herd, no lights in the darkness
To guide the one born in this jungle
Which consisted of weathering the storm

No one taught us, no one invited us
This is not our party
Someone sowed
The path of sorrow
And it hurts us to walk, Your Honor
And the dust has brought the worldwide yawn
Let the witchcraft stop
Someone sowed

The path of sorrow and it hurts us to walk
And the dust has brought the worldwide yawn
Someone sowed
The path of sorrow
And it hurts us to walk, Your Honor
And the dust has brought the worldwide yawn

Let the witchcraft stop
The path of sorrow
And it hurts us to walk, Your Honor
And the dust has brought the worldwide yawn
Let the witchcraft stop