Los Numerosos Nadies

I'm gonna start with so much crushed heart,
Despite being denied a voice,
Even though everyone has a price in the free market,
Despite living without knowing who we are,
I sing.

I draw pictures on the sand
To be able to tell you my sorrows,
I am a shipwreck of wind that the sea
Carries to oblivion,
Despite the crying and frustration,
Disillusionment and resignation.

The law of dying or killing
Turns into fear,
With fear we live,
Out of fear we are nobody,
The free right to peace
Distorts into consumption,
Tell me how much you consume and I'll tell you how much you're worth..
Owing.

I got tired of living as if I didn't exist,
Forced to silence my pains,
I lived in black and white grumbling
And dreaming in colors.

We grew up fighting, punishing, snatching
The fruit from our equals.
We passed by lying, mutilating, cursing
The end of all love.

Fleas dream of buying a dog,
And the nobodies dream of getting out of poverty,
That some magical day good luck will suddenly rain down,
That it will rain buckets, good luck.
But good luck doesn't rain yesterday, nor today,
Nor tomorrow, nor ever, nor does good luck fall from the sky in a drizzle,
No matter how much the nobodies call for it,
And even if their left hand itches
Or they get up on the right foot,
Or start the year carrying a broom,
The nobodies, the children of nobodies, the owners of nothing,
The nobodies, the nothings, the disregarded ones,
Chasing the hare, dying life,
Screwed, really screwed, who are not even though they are,
Who do not speak languages, but dialects,
Who do not profess religions but superstitions,
Who do not make art but crafts,
Who do not practice culture but folklore,
Who are not human beings but human resources,
Who do not have faces but arms,
Who do not have names, but numbers,
Who do not appear in universal history,
But in the local press's crime section.
The nobodies, who cost less than the bullet that kills them.

What good is it to get up when we always, always are nobody?
Early walk the same street, where everything,
Everything remains the same.
Where has brotherhood gone,
The thirst, the rage, and the courage
To raise our voices, go shouting repeating that:
We are nothing, nobody is nothing, nothing
We are nothing, nobody is nothing, nothing
We are nothing, nobody is nothing, nothing
We are nothing, nobody is nothing, nothing
We are nothing, nobody is nothing, nothing
We are nothing, nobody is nothing, nothing.