Mis Palabras Al Cielo

[El Titó]
I entrust you with some questions, Lord,
down here they doubt your existence,
for not helping when the world is fasting.
You who offered us the threshold without emulating,
and now all of humanity in return offers you a thousand Judases.
In your day, you were in what they now call Earth,
you offered mercy. In return, we sow the cholera of Hitler, Bush, Saddam,
plus a thousand victims in wars,
like in Yugoslavia or Iraq.
Today, oil matters more than all the lives in Baghdad.
Justified wars for peace,
on the face of a voracious earth,
with a desire for misery and coldness.
A sea of doubts makes one think of leaving,
the salt of life that you don't give from above. For not acting,
Lord, it's easy for your ears to ring,
from the noise of so many children's cries asking for help.
Did anyone help them? Not even God,
they died from the desperation of going with you into exile, which hurt me.
Still, 80 percent trusted in you,
the other 20 in me.
I'm weak but not senile so imbecile.
I don't address you, Lord,
you don't seem to serve to be vile,
yet you're creating a whole sterile, feverish planet.
Limit yourself to asking for your elixir to subsist in the world.
They make us see that we matter to you a lot,
but tell me, who didn't fight
to not end up under bridges like vagabonds
when something knocked us down in perpetual moments?
Lord, down here we still await your affection,
that's why more than one didn't trust in you,
seeing you as a business within all of Christianity's religion.
Here the clerics live off you, not for you or with you.
Do you trust me or those who go to church on Sundays
in their best attire to fit in with society?
Yet they tell us to donate for the homeless,
so that priests live off the tale at the cost of your forgiveness in euros.
Tell me who didn't make a deal with the devil,
with consideration, when God forgot you and your value exploded,
creating a hole in your heart like the Grand Canyon.
He removed his nails from his hands, nailed them to the Navarrese.
Love grew and now we are slaves to our own selves.
Being an apprentice of oneself was enough for me, my Lord, my fear left.
When reason locked me up, it marked me,
but didn't calm the heat that burned in my heart from your lack of love.

[Ester Arnelas]
Give me an answer, give me an answer
I feel cold in my heart, I feel lost.
To accept reality
With blindfolded eyes
To accept reality
With no one by your side.

[El Titó]
You have let a couple of cancers into my house.
I don't know if someone wishes us harm or you pass by.
My two moms suffer,
until the age of 5, doctors don't discharge them, my bald mom,
suffering from the illness, wondering where you are every passing day.
They are healthy Christians who will trust in you.
Take my body and soul if you want.
Here I am, if you exist, heal them,
you must help in good times and bad according to your culture.
Genocides and wars mutilate, tell me who to blame.
You calculate such a sum of corpses for no reason.
I don't believe in bad luck,
but in sweating to find your oasis,
to reach your threshold without doubts, without curves obstructing your peace.
Unlike 2Pac, El Titó tries to worry.
If there's someone up there, let them transmit it to me,
give me clues with a view,
and not band-aids for wounds that don't heal stigmas.
I'm not going to pretend anymore, I don't believe in you.
Whatever is there,
give me answers to exist.

[Ester Arnelas]
Give me an answer, give me an answer
I feel cold in my heart, I feel lost.
(Why?!) Better times will come
Coming out of the darkness
(Why me?!) And if you know how to wait
You will feel its light.

Give me an answer (give it to me!!)
Why do I feel cold?
My heart is frozen
I feel empty (I'm dying!!)

Better times will come
Coming out of the darkness
And if you know how to wait
You will feel its light (why?!!)