De nuevo en mi puerta (Ancora una Volta)
Gen Rosso
Back at My Door (Once Again)
The roulette wheel spins,
over the green felt,
fortune rolls,
the world spins in one hand.
There's so much advertising
for refined animals,
there's so much uselessness
for never-ending desires.
There are so many people
hunched over in the fields
for a bit of wheat,
a handful of misery.
The scale is tilted
north without shame,
yes, all equal,
but there's always someone more equal!
Back at my door
a world is asking for my response:
wrinkles of sweat surround their eyes...
and in their arms, trembling children.
They migrate like autumn swallows
great masses of people
chasing illusions.
The population increases,
it grows immeasurably:
it's a continuous challenge
to consumerist West.
They sleep on cardboard
on the sidewalks;
there, in front of the party,
Saturday night fever.
Little by little we are heading
towards globality,
soon the united world
will be a necessity!
Back at my door...
