El Club De Los Olvidados (con Titó)

Lift your gaze beyond the neighborhood, try to open your eyes and step out of the daily noise please, material objects in your closet that you don't value, easy life of the agile winner, try sprinting against the abyss, and look into the eyes of those who don't care anymore, like children of egocentrism, and parents of materialism we are accomplices, my angry pencils are not docile,
used rifles as useless toys controlled by war children like puppets, where are the leaders?, the famous names?, the Nobel prizes? Dying for food, living among corpses, luck, bad luck, constantly touching the scythe of death without remedy, seeking love among the stones, looking behind bars at worlds of roses and pearls, wanting to smell them, to have them, to possess them, an impossible dream, for you it's unattainable, the randomness of life made you disposable, and for a piece of bread in your mouth you forgive the unforgivable.

Welcome to the forgotten club, of those who are trapped.
Welcome to the forgotten club, and of those banished.
Welcome to the forgotten club, of those who live tied.
Welcome to the forgotten club, desperate.

This time it was your turn to suffer, I know, an endless suffering, depression facing a world outside of you, poor in spirit in its fullness, and rich in health deterioration, like viruses, on-site in society I saw your coldness like an igloo, for you the sky is gray when it's blue, they forbid you to see the light, not the cross, an avalanche of feelings falls on your living coffin, when you're still alive, open wounds, as identity derived from dead-end streets, created by those you imagine,
Aznar I know you wrote in Francoist newspapers,
and so, your politics incite evil, to you and me, and to almost everyone who lives here, times of crisis that make many delinquent, ingest doses, world of junkies, while you wonder what I didn't see or give for me, I don't know if I live in reality or in a comic, I just know that Spain is not doing well, that people are becoming less docile, hostile like the cops when it comes to you, even if you don't fit the mold you'll be useful so be subtle,
don't let them turn you into a mannequin even if choosing is difficult, everything is against you for being born in this vile world, in which you were not invited,
and that's why you're a member of the forgotten club.

Welcome to the forgotten club, of those who are trapped.
Welcome to the forgotten club, and of those banished.
Welcome to the forgotten club, of those who live tied.
Welcome to the forgotten club, desperate.

You have the earth under your feet but it's too arid, too pale and not valid, the earth that God gave you, may He listen to you and forgive you, but the Bibles brought by missionaries are not edible, I don't know what the governments propose, they can't stop it, they can't paint this hell blue, the world falls and I can't even believe it, to think that maybe my grandchildren won't live to see it, I look into your eyes and read in your gaze, wrong place in the wrong era,
new world order, I'm still at the crossroads,
I want to touch your hands but I can't get anything,
and if there's so much food why are babies crying?, and why if there are so many people many are still alone? So tell me who controls our minds, if it's the Coca-Cola company or our presidents, in hostile times, where nothing is predictable, the demon disguised in the asphalt is invisible, you'll seek your north even if your life depends on it, because hunger hurts more, misery is around your neck.

Shameful standard of living, that's how it goes, where your end doesn't have a dignified tombstone to visit, a living hell in any way, no other rules than dreaming of peaceful times to remember, if they exist by the way of living, they'll divide you by a thousand until you're nothing, a lost shadow among others, thanks to this hypocritical society, half foolish and the other half a hindrance, a world behind bars is under construction before your eyes, in darkness, worsening, the sphere evaporates, and that's how shitty the atmosphere is, isn't it? And metal makes me nauseous, observe, it's not new here it's like murdering after agreeing to a peace treaty, lift your gaze to the sky, shift your icy gaze, look for feelings and an I love you and not something material.

Welcome to the club... [x3]
...of the forgotten [x2]