El Globo

Everywhere you see faces of terror
You hear tall tales of fiction
Hard is the reality I have to live
The balloon commands and watches you when deciding

Surviving is the disguised goal
You're good for nothing but to comply
Surviving is the disguised goal
Among so much crap, all that's left is to flee

It's in the newspapers, radios, or television
It's in the street and in any situation
It soothes the pain just to continue with its business
It kills dreams, people don't matter to it

For a while now it's known that something is wrong
And every year material goods advance
And man suffers and bears his impotence
This is the balloon that suffocates your mind

It would be good to see people singing
To see them all happy on the streets
It would be good to see people singing
To see them all happy on the streets

It would be good to see people singing
To see them all happy on the streets
It would be good to see people singing
To see them all happy on the streets
It would be good to see people singing
To see them all happy on the streets