El Festín de Los Demás

I'm sitting without looking
Nothing can bother me
The feast of others
That I now spell out
Tell me who will assume
The responsibility
The defeats I suffered
Our bland future
And they talk about distributing
The best to live
Money, the nation, health, your education
And if hunger prevails
It can still sustain us
Come collect the crumbs from the feast of others
You can choose whatever you want from what's left over
From half of everyone else's happiness
Tell me who will assume
The responsibility
The defeats I suffered
Our bland future
Tell me who will assume
The leftovers they leave us
Come collect the crumbs from the feast of others
You can choose whatever you want from what's left over
From half of everyone else's happiness
I'm sitting without looking
Our future won't come
Because it never resurrected
When the past killed it
I saw it on TV
The one that disguised it as love
But love is a trap
In the middle of the heart
Everyone can choose
Whatever they want it to be
From what's left over
From the feast of others
From the feast of others.