Triste ansiedad

There is nothing left to fight for
They told me in the neighborhood
They planted themselves again
With another hypermarket

But who will care
If they all die of hunger?
They came down to conquer
Flexing blood

Unemployed in your sad anxiety
Even if you rot, they won't stop you

No one will care
If we all walk barefoot
Let everyone go vote
The thugs take charge

Drunk with feudal empire
They are slaughtering neighborhood life

Unemployed in your sad anxiety
They are slaughtering neighborhood life