Lo Mejor De Nuestras Vidas

This is my time
I read books, they never bite me
This is our time
The villains don't know how to read or speak
This is my time
Money is the only real God
This is our time
I feel more and more like fighting

The crowds will be condemned to live
A rotten life amidst the egos of power
I invite you to the slaughterhouse, animals are slaughtered endlessly
If we are going to spend eternity in cemeteries
Then

Life is worth nothing without fighting
Life is worth nothing without fighting
Life is worth nothing without fighting
Without fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting

Agendas are set in the publishing houses
I never believe the stories others tell me
I take off my headphones for a moment
I have to come back to the world and see reality
After all, the poor get the short end of the stick

My country is a wound that won't stop bleeding
In the poor neighborhoods, tears rain down
And those mothers' breasts are dry from giving and giving
Little Virgin, give Maradona back
The illusion of the ball warms us at sea

Questions without action mean nothing
In the end, the boys are trapped in high doses
That lead them up to escape
To the sky, in freedom
Meanwhile, lies are the truth

Communism may return
Your God may be Bill Gates
Parliaments may burn down
All I want this time is
For children to be children
For love to be the reason

For the black monk to be silent
For mouths to eat healthy
For hugs to be genuine
For the elderly to be happy for the years they lived
Objective: Joy
Let's not let them take the best of our lives

Life is worth nothing without fighting
Life is worth nothing without fighting
Life is worth nothing without fighting
Without fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting

The Mahatma of India
Expelled the English
Without a bullet, empowered by love
Give it your all, give it strong
Give your body sex
Give your words soul
Give thanks to Spinetta
Give thanks to the Angel
Give thanks for being close to you