La Carovana

Come on into the harsh reality
Where a helpless lament struck me
Wake up puppets, here you are
On the brink of mundanity
Here in the mud of a false truth
That still sells gold when it's sewage
Time sleeps abandoned to cowardice
Of Western mediocrity

I set off to chase a utopia
That tired eyes won't see
I fear that your democracy
Won't bring freedom with fire
Maybe it's late but I'm running away
To mend the holes of your hypocrisy
In my city the caravan goes
Seeking solidarity
You dreamers are just what I need
To make a saint, you don't need a god
Solidarity, I'm running here
To heal the voids of your falseness

There's still a city here
Slipping in innocence
I chased a city
Among the ruins of a submerged world
There's still a city here
My city
They talk about my truth
Vulgar, irreverent, and extremist
Anything but I can't tolerate
If a conscience is blind it's because it stopped shouting
Peoples and cities shattered away
By the ghost of war and economy
In my city I bring humanity
To days mutilated by your civilization