Dèbiles
Piter-G
Weaklings
He had a job, a house, a car
Now he only has a couple of
Cardboard boxes for tonight
I'm very ashamed that the value
Of a goal is above thousands of lives without hope
I'm a humble person, I know what I'm talking about, that the back
Of my father still standing is a miracle, that my mother endures
In that store every year
That bank has extra money and keeps
Causing harm
You have it all, what are you complaining about
It seems like freedom is
Putting bars on you, you hide a hidden side or is it that you like having it
All and wanting more every time
I'm tired of that brat
Who raises his voice to his mother over nonsense. I see children
Adults and elderly, I can see complainers every square meter
I can see it clearly
With the power of observation
Inside me I feel the anger of the world
And its direction, I live with hundreds of
Weaklings who hug tightly
I will tell them
And it's because inside me I feel
The anger of the world and its direction
I live with hundreds of weaklings
Who kiss with strength I will ask them
Tell me why you want to have so much money if the one who has less ends up being happier
I understand that you need a minimum but there is no minimum
More maximum than hugs and I love yous
Welcome to life here one complains
More a daddy's boy than a third worlder without food
Stealing the applause from the people
And giving them all to the homeless man on
That corner, I live for the love of the world
That doesn't wake up, the heart
Doesn't leave the door open, you need a change of gears
A plate of food
And you say your life is shit
You should see yourself enduring kicks in the middle of Guantanamo with your face
Bleeding, drinking the murky water from the Sahara desert and without food
Complain now if you feel like it
With the power of observation
Inside me I feel the anger of the world and its
Direction, I live with hundreds of weaklings
That I hug and with strength I will tell them
And it's because inside me I feel the
Anger of the world and its direction
I live with hundreds of weaklings
Who kiss with strength I will ask them