Hijo De Un Mismo Diós

Five in the morning there in Tijuana
A gunshot is heard from a window
Maria looks up at the sky, she's already used to it
It's the soundtrack of every dawn

A couple living in New York
Works full time, another quota, another computer
Their time is summed up, with time they don't consume
The soundtrack: the sound of their clock

Twelve at night in southern Europe
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid
The word crisis will baptize the morning
It's the soundtrack of so much repetition

(Hey!)
If we are children, children of the same god
Why do the same ones always fall, why? Hey, tell me
If we are children, children of the same god
Why do the eyes cloud over?
Why do the eyes get used to all this pain?
(Let's go!)

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh
Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh
Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh
Yes, we are, oh ohh
Ohhhh

São Paulo, seven in the evening
Pots and pans instead of drums flood the street
João continues with his own, with his tasks
Outside, the soundtrack of his pains plays

Luis, with the world, leads a very social life
A million friends on the web
He says: They can't fail you
But at his house, for a month
No one crosses his threshold
The soundtrack: Lonely community

A man walks the streets of Dakar
He wonders if a disease can be orchestrated
Who will bring the vaccine?
Currency and change of a fortune
A soundtrack that will soon be forgotten

(Hey!)
If we are children, children of the same god
Why do the same ones always fall, why? Hey, tell me
(Listen!)
If we are children, children of the same god
Why do the eyes cloud over?
Why do the eyes get used to all this pain?
(Let's go!)

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh
Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh
Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh
Yes, we are, oh ohh
Ohhhh

And they ask us to coexist, without losing our sanity
Shake hands with ease with the interest rates
Accept their economy as a pet
Run with ties over their paper world

(Listen!)
Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh
Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh
Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh
Yes, we are, oh ohh
Ohhhh