Sobreviviendo

Here comes my buddy with a huge agony
You can see it in his walk, in his face, and his clothes
It seems like things aren't going well for my buddy these days

What's wrong, buddy, why such a bitter and stormy face?
And he tells me, 'I'm putting up with another one, buddy'
Because back home we're broke
Here I am surviving, look at how things are

We're surviving because life has become very tough
I recommend, buddy, to have faith, a lot of patience
And hope is what matters, remember that my little God
Squeezes but doesn't strangle

I'm also surviving at the hands of defeat
I had some savings and ended up with nothing
Because supposedly the strong bank had gone bankrupt
Where I had a little something

Of Latinos only the name, patience, and that runs out
Because by force of blows the heart suffocates
Showing the rebellious side, the most rebellious tired and because it's his turn

While the bank breakers are out partying
Consuming, drinking, and throwing away, look buddy, I don't carry
Anything in my pocket to be searched even for a soup
What will become of our children, it doesn't even feel like having them

Prayers to my God because things keep going according to the winds that blow
I'm here waiting for a bolivar to return
To restore order with his troops and his escort
I'll keep surviving but singing my verses