Miseria Humana

This is necessary..

Brother!
that money that you need so much to drink
with one of those girls,
Why don't you sweat it with your own hands? (ehh?),
because is more
easy to take it from an old lady going down Galiano,
That's not human, doesn't it make you sad?
drag her and leave her crying on the floor crying and without strength,
Then they pick you up, they put you in the patrol car,
for a lady's pension
That could be your grandmother!

Brother!
because I came to your cafeteria,
He treats me like a clown,
and you deny me a glass of cold water?
however,
a foreigner approaches,
He smiles, wipes the counter and says:
-"partner, he goes first."
I'm going to be honest with you because in reality
I live in the same city, I know the need,
but never forget that you did not want to quench your thirst
of a Cuban who is fighting just like you!

Brother!
Why do you want to hit me?
and in front of my girlfriend without reason humiliate me?
Why do you want to put your shoes in my face? (tell me!)
when really I didn't do anything to you!
bad move, men are respected
You don't know how expensive a cookie can be,
because the complex is then mixed with rum
and the next baon you give it in Christopher Columbus!

Pay attention brother, it's sad to say,
The pregnant woman's seat is no longer available, you have to ask for it,
men don't stop to give it up... (no)
to catch them,... and spit them out,

Brother!
Why did I go into the store?
and he looks at me with a face like "don't let anything be lost!"
I'm not going to steal anything
avert your gaze that annoys me from the way you look at me with shitty prejudices towards everything different,
I'm not a chocolate thief wrapped in pretty nails,
I have some money,
and I want to buy my girl some pens for passing by...

(Chorus)
Since the beginning,
It is better to rely on principles,
and know that it is more a matter of heart than of government,
The future becomes cloudy like the grayest sky,
let's do something on time,
or dangerous times will come...

human misery,
human misery,
human misery,
human misery, through the streets of my Havana
human misery,
human misery,
human misery,
human misery, through the streets of my Havana
(Chorus)

Sister!
Why does your boyfriend hit you?
and if your son gets involved you respond:
"Jump!!, this is my man!",
You don't know how much filth the child hides,
Because he wants to defend you, be your Hero!
and you break their dreams,
In the end that guy abandons you,
He walks away from the house and leaves your hope in a coma,
and what do you have left? that boy you gave birth to,
that you denied her the love of a mother and you did not give her value (no!).

Sister
Why do you want to control your daughter's tastes and give her opinion?
If she is in love with a sincere young man,
And you don't want to marry that foreigner for money?
looking for a social situation,
Sometimes we forget that we are human beings,
and the soul deteriorates,
don't force her, she wants to be happy
and you just want to live well and leave the country!

Sister!
Why does the corner call you?
And are you a lady who goes from bed to bed?
in the belly a chama!,
in the mind 20 parents,
that no one would take a bus to donate blood to you,
It is logical that a relationship does not last
and that you are the inspiration of no poem,
You want to know why? (Hey?),
I explain your situation:
because you open your legs and close your heart

(Chorus)

The president of the CDR informs those above how much is
Improving your way of life, but she never cared
if your child is missing a plate of food; sometimes you sit
and you ask yourself "why does so-and-so speak badly about me? if I had him as a brother?" brother, there are many people here in Havana infested with the virus of human misery.

I would like to sing this song in the Plaza de la Revolución, not because it is a worm song, but because a large part of Havana will hear it.

Tomorrow we will wake up in the middle of this chronicle, that there is no
a Cuban who is not hypocritical, everything will be as disgusting as
some visors and no one is going to shake hands without first spitting on it.
Something keeps going wrong and they keep looking at someone wrong.
Human Misery