Muerto En La Calle

The specter of the night
Approaches
And there's a kid
Who suffers his misfortune
He sees no future or ambition
In his existence
And there's no smile on his face,
Dead in the street,
Dead in the street.

Privilege doesn't exist, for him
Dead in the street,
Dead in the street.

The society
That turns its back on him
While resentment
Invades him
Victim of oppression
And exploitation
Don't expect from him
To be better tomorrow.

Privilege doesn't exist, for him
Dead in the street,
Dead in the street.

The real street kid
Condemned
By great ignorants
He sees no future or ambition
In his existence
And there's no smile on his face.

Privilege doesn't exist for him
Dead in the street,
Dead in the street.