Triste Realidad

Why is there so much poverty in such a small country
Sometimes I think this is a dream
And when I see the reflection in the town, it's the sad reality

Hopefully, this government will be aware and understand us
And get us out of where they always put us,
In the filth, separated from society
Without weapons to fight, without jobs to take

Oh, if they had a little more consideration
I wouldn't have to write this song
But the occasion arises
Government, hold on to this

How many more years for an answer
I'm tired of all your proposals
Hey, the pot is turned, the gas is gone and if there's
Rice, there's no meat

Why is there so much poverty in such a small country
Sometimes I think this is a dream
And when I see the reflection in the town, it's the sad reality

But I don't understand why the situation changed
If a couple of years ago this wasn't the condition
The dictatorship existed, there wasn't so much hunger and the dollar flowed
And the laws also served the poor
And not only the black ones were put in jail
But everything has changed, the one who has doesn't give anything
And the one who has nothing, what would he give?

In the filth, separated from society
Without weapons to fight, without jobs to take
In the filth, separated from society
Without weapons to fight, without jobs to take

There is so much poverty in such a small country
Sometimes I think this is a dream
And when I see the reflection in the town, it's the sad reality
Why is there so much poverty in such a small country
Sometimes I think this is a dream
And when I see the reflection in the town, it's the sad reality