Vamos Cayendo

I won't talk to you about my ideals anymore,
nothing else I plan to share.
You thought about love, but not about sharing,
two different ways to think and to live.
All this time by my side, a stranger,
all this time alone like it’s nothing.
Tired of living, tired of thinking,
fed up with people and having to put up with it.
And you don’t care at all, it’s all a joke to you,
and then they tell you that life is a joke.
You lived building a country to call home,
so some idiots can try to steal it from you.
Clubbing the old folks, screwing the Bolivians,
we're at the feet of the Americans.
I don’t want any more unity,
I don’t want friendship.
CHILEAN SON OF A BITCH,
I can’t stand you.
We're falling down,
we're falling down,
we're falling down,
and no one’s gonna stop us.
Cold winters, scorching summers,
filled with shit and arrogant people.
And today time slips away, your life is fading,
and you don’t even realize you’re still in the lie.
You still have time if you thought about changing,
because there’s more than one way to be the same
as all those who died in the Malvinas Islands,
killing those fucking Brits who want to dominate us.