Los Hijos Bastardos de la Gbalizacion

My day begins when the sun rises
I'm 12 years old, living in desolation here in another dimension
My small hands are the production of thousands of toys
With which children like me will be able to play

Real victims of a demented game
The market economy seeks easy flesh to exploit
The mass production that offers us well-being
There are millions of slave children, condemned children

I DON'T KNOW WHAT GLOBALIZATION IS
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HUMAN RIGHTS ARE
I'M JUST A LINK, ANOTHER PIECE OF A MACABRE PUZZLE
I DON'T KNOW WHAT GLOBALIZATION IS
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HUMAN RIGHTS ARE
I'M JUST A LINK, THE WRATH OF YOUR GOD

You can watch them with indifference
Like robotized machines producing endlessly
It's just another clear example of the god that must be worshipped
The end will justify the means before the god of money, god of money

I DON'T KNOW WHAT GLOBALIZATION IS...

Condemned, exploited

Do you hide? Tell me why! Are you ashamed? Tell me why!

How the situation would completely change
If it were your child to whom I dedicated this song
They have no protection, no one cares
To the pocket, to the company's profits
In the West, their cries are not heard
Suffering and apathy are not seen
Laws are dictated by the big company

Condemned, exploited

They are the bastard children of globalization
It matters to you, it matters to me, they are the bastard children of globalization
It matters to you, it matters to me, armies of slaves of fucking globalization

My day continues, the sun is setting
I'm 12 years old, living in desolation here in another dimension