Malos Tiempos

Hard times
I feel that a beast awakens in the crisis
It could be the wolf that steals your basket
Your belt can't fit any more holes
But your socks are already full of them

And it's a shame with how beautiful everything was
It was little money but I never wanted gold
There your army and your God, there your corruption
Here my voice is a rifle aimed at your nation

Hard times
Difficult times with empty pockets
Facing the situation with resignation and fear
That the storm doesn't calm down and you find yourself on the street
While four big fish don't notice the bump

And in the end clearly you'll see
That your beard grows and the lies grow
Lies that trap, lies that cover up
Lies that kill

One day you'll say you tried to close the open wounds
And they'll yawn like you did in the nineties
And one day you'll say that there was a jungle in the world
And one day you'll cry if you remember

I'm a pawn, a badly paid whore
Forced to watch the sun rise
I'm a pawn, and I have nothing
And even if I bow my back, the heartache hurts more

We are machines and that's how we function
Pressing a button that ignites our spirits
We are slaves rejecting a commitment
And likewise slaves of a submissive people

These are hard times to discover truths
They are better times for calamities
There's always someone who prefers conformity over action
Christmas will come, everything is redeemed at Christmas

One day you'll say you tried to close the open wounds
And they'll yawn like you did in the nineties
And one day you'll say that there was a jungle in the world
And one day you'll cry if you remember

And once again we keep seeing the same thing
These are hard times to discover truths
And once again they keep saying the same thing