Años de Cizaña

Years of Tares

The project of a society
was easily sold, became a game
consumes everything, doesn't yield
everyone's gaze
goes towards the end

The craving doesn't encourage waiting
the promise is incomplete
it's already dying, your mind and lies
but the troublemaker
doesn't understand and contradicts
everything is calculated in the end
everyone shows who was to their liking
but this dog already assigned
simply from you
this one is forgotten

Now this one adorns itself
satisfied in its pockets
with money from the horde
that won't protest
as everything is so little
four years very little
you have stolen everything
even humanity

Now this one adorns itself
satisfied in its pockets
with money from the horde
that won't protest
as everything is so little
four years very little
you have stolen everything
even humanity

You feed without mercy
you take advantage of poverty
of inept people who praise you in the end
they don't even know where they're going

There are a few of us finished
those below take wrong steps
we have no way out in this life
only waiting remains and what does it matter

We all feel on this path
predominance of tares in your ear
apparently everyone in the same boat
convinced that this
has no end.