El Club de Los Olvidados

Big Nach, Tito´, false alarm,
hand in hand, it's the forgotten club.

[Nach paragraph 1]
Lift your gaze beyond the neighborhood, try to open your eyes and get out of the daily noise, please. Material objects in your closet that you don't value, easy life, that of the agile winner. Try the spring against the abyss, and look into the eyes of those who no longer care. As children of egocentrism and parents of materialism, we are accomplices, my angry pencils are not docile. Missiles, used as useless toys, controlled by war children like puppets, where are the leaders? The famous names? The Nobel prizes? Dying for the leaders, living among corpses. Luck, bad luck touching irremediably the scythe of death, constantly seeking love among the stones, looking behind bars, worlds of roses and pearls, wanting to smell them, possess them, an impossible dream, unattainable for you. The randomness of life made you disposable and for a piece of bread in life, you forgive the unforgivable.

[Chorus]
-welcome to the forgotten club
-and those who are trapped
-welcome to the forgotten club
-and those banished
-welcome to the forgotten club
-and those who live tied
-welcome to the forgotten club
-desperate...

[Tito´]
And this time it's your turn to suffer, I know, an endless suffering. Depression in the face of a world outside of you, poor in spirit in its fullness and rich in health deterioration; like a virus, out of place in society and your coldness, whatever. For you, the sky is blue, they forbid you to see the light, not the cross, health. Resentments fall on your coffin while you are still alive, open wounds like; identity derived from dead-end streets created by those you imagine. Steal, I know you wrote in Francoist newspapers, and so your politics infiltrate evil. To you and me and all who are here, times of crisis that make many turn to crime, doses ingesting a world of junkies, while you wonder what did not violate decency? I don't know if I live in reality or in a comic, I only 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 mobile subtle beings. Don't let them turn you into a mannequin, even though choosing you is difficult, everything is against you for not being forgotten. And that's why you are a member of the forgotten club...

[Nach]
You have the earth at 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 His 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 is falling and I can't even believe it, thinking that maybe my grandchildren won't live to see it. I look into your eyes, I read in your gaze. Wrong place in the wrong era, new world order and I'm still at the crossroads, I want to touch your hands and I get nothing. And if there is so much food, why are babies crying? And why, if there are so many of us, why do people still feel lonely? So tell me who controls our minds: is it the Coca-Cola company or our presidents? In hostile times, where nothing is predictable, the demon disguised in the asphalt is invisible. You will seek your north, even if your life depends on it, because hunger takes over and misery is at your neck.
[Tito´]
Shameful standard of living, that's where your end doesn't have a worthy tombstone to visit. An endless suffering in any way, it only gives you ways to dream of peaceful times to remember. If it exists, by the way of living, they will divide you by a thousand, until you become nothing. A lost shadow among others, thanks to this hypocritical society, half foolish and half deaf. A world behind bars, in front of your eyes it's in ruins, in darkness. It worsens, the sphere evaporates and that's how shitty the atmosphere is, isn't it true, it makes me sad and nauseous, observe, it's not new here, it's like killing after raising an act of peace. Look up at the sky, shift your icy gaze, look for an 'I love you' and not something material.

welcome to the club, welcome to the club, welcome to the forgotten club...