Enrique IV

The grandmothers with white handkerchiefs who cry
Circulating in Plaza Mayo with nothing to lose
They have asked the Lord for help for endless hours
And his secretary tells them: The gentleman went out to eat
Thousands of families who come to the holidays
Neither sweet bread nor hopes for Christmas
They have asked the gentleman for help and he does not answer
Leave your message and I will call you shortly

Don't lie to us anymore, we're fed up
If God exists, I am Henry IV

Don't lie to us anymore, we're fed up
If God exists, I am Henry IV

Who can explain? The intrigue kills me
In this matter of faith, where does money come in?
Who wants to leave? Is there a flight to Rome?
Where it is more difficult to live, than to live by action, no more

You have to contribute money, the Vatican gets richer
Not even a candy for you, no no no
Globalization is a lot
But wake up brother, there are no twists in the sky, hey!

The street slaves who sleep in cars
They have prayed for help countless nights
Unfortunately, the gentleman works during the day
If Joseph were alive, he would surely scream

Don't lie to us anymore, we're fed up
If God exists, I am Henry IV

Don't lie to us anymore, we're fed up
If God exists, I am Henry IV

Who can explain? The intrigue kills me
In this matter of faith, where does money come in?
Who wants to leave? Is there a flight to Rome?
Where it is more difficult to live, than to live by action, no more

You can take it or leave it
My advice is all yours
For me, God is bullshit no no no
For me, the Church is bullshit no no no
I believe in the walker
Who fights against the wind and still goes forward