Veinte Para Las Doce

Twenty to twelve
And still don't know
If each day is a train going nowhere
3, 10, 15, it doesn't matter
Some still don't see the first light
And others with over 60 winters
Only the sky
As a roof
And tonight the cold concrete as a pillow
When rolling the dice life is like a roulette
And luck never turns for some

But how to stop a hailstorm?

Twenty to twelve
And they disappear
Ideas and values with prohibited substances
Between music and lights
There are kids still giving themselves
To anyone without protection for a moment of pleasure

But how to stop a hailstorm?
In the heat of the night I await an answer

Through the t.v.
Commercialism
For a few coins they point a gun at you
Twenty to twelve
And still don't know
If today means the same as being alive

But how to stop a hailstorm?
How?
In the heat of the night I await an answer