Pantalla Del Mundo Nuevo
Pappo
Screen of the New World
The city of the new world
sleeps its peaceful dream,
sees life on a video
and life slips away, I believe.
Loudspeakers recommend,
use a gas mask,
there's expired oxygen
in this peace farce.
Dissident humanoids
live in total alert,
and heroic survivors
will deliver the final blow!
Dizzy with novelties
the new world staggers,
and there's a hunger for truths
that have gone for a walk.
There are hordes of bad boys,
with their leather jackets,
and metals shine in the sun,
provoking the new world.
New world, new world,
new world, new world.
The screen tells me about it with my breakfast,
and it's likely that none will remain.
The desert protects them
and grants them freedom,
their wind gives them madness
in their furious walk.
The ultramodern city
wakes up once again,
doesn't know it's besieged
and won't survive anymore.
The screen tells me about it with my breakfast,
and it's likely that none will remain.
New beings surround them
of incomprehensible hardness,
and they negotiate at a table
their horrible adventures.
There's a gleam in evil eyes
waiting for the signal,
and they invented new centuries
for the hosts of evil.
There are voluntary hostages
in the back seat,
and there are visionary prophets
for those of us who will be more!
The screen tells me about it with my breakfast,
and it's likely that none will remain.
I wish you good luck
human from the past,
the change will be fatal
and your new world... used!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
