Máquinas

Living in my house and also in yours
flying up in the sky, rolling down the street
a bunch of cold machines,
they are brains, legs, and hands
and sometimes they put handcuffs
on the sweet desires of your heart.
Distant parents from children
children distant from parents
machines do everything, they just don't make peace, aaaa uou uou

| some go beep-beep
chorus | others go tick-tock
(twice) | some go purr-purr
| others go drip-drop

We have long-life machines
We have short-life machines
but a machine doesn't ask for a raise
doesn't complain or dare
doesn't answer the phone
a machine doesn't feel hunger
too often it mechanizes
the heart of man himself
a machine doesn't smile
doesn't cry or feel pain
a machine doesn't chat
doesn't need love, aaaa uou uou

chorus twice