La Patada

I wake up in the same old stage
Things don't change and the years go by
The box vomits, the newspaper entertains
They sell lies to those who have nothing
I wish to find a solution to the problem
If sooner or later the funnel takes you
Where will the end of this nonsense be?
To know where to aim the kick
If in the end all we have is love
How do you teach someone who had nothing to eat to love?
I hate sorrows with a dark way out
But sometimes I just want to kick this madness
It sickens me and I don't believe any more lies
From the press that dominates everything today
And I feel nauseous just thinking
About priests who enjoy touching kids
My sad comfort is to think that someday
The son of a bitch will feel the pain of life
That with the passing of time we have extra memory
And the moment comes when the story changes
The revolution is in the minds.