Que Será
Cultura Profética
What Will Be
What will be, what will be what awaits us
Oh mama when will it be, that my people believe
What will be, what will be of my island, what will be, what will be
When will it be
That my flag rises alone in the wind
I don't want to stay at home sitting in the living room
When outside a mass of indifference
Survives my heritage, and I have had patience
Years go by and as if nothing the same bullshit
And we continue bent as if blind
That leaves us with nothing, nothing
To keep being the same colony disguised as free association
I say that leaves us with nothing, nothing
To keep being the only Latin American people that never freed itself
What will be, what will be what holds us back
Oh mama when will it be
That I can see how my people rise up
It's been many years of resignation
And before our blinded eyes, the gringo eats the world
And we as bait, as soldiers and in mourning
Supporting their crude crusades, using us as shields, I doubt it
I'm not going to stay silent, even if they write death in my future
Because it leaves us with nothing, nothing
To keep being in this whole story the perfect example
Of globalization
I say it leaves us with nothing, nothing
Marching from term to term
And to vote our vote
Not because of the lack of true leaders but jesters and lobbyists
Here they have already taken over the government
The situation is ugly, I see it and I can't believe it
What will be, what will be what awaits us
Oh mama when will it be that my people believe
What will be, what will be of my island what will be, what will be and when will it be
That my flag rises alone in the wind
Tell me what will be what will be Eh ah eh ah tell me what will be
What will be, what will be of my island what will be, what will be
And when will it be
That my flag rises alone in the wind
What will be and when will it be