Dime
Timbiriche
Tell Me
Tell me, why don't people smile?
Why the guns in their hands?
Why the badly wounded men?
Tell me.
Tell me, why the mistreated children?
Why the forgotten elders?
Why the forbidden dreams?
Tell me.
Tell me, God, I want to know.
Tell me, why do you refuse to listen?
There's still someone who might pray.
Tell me, God, I want to know.
Where is all the truth?
There's still someone who might know.
Tell me, why don't the skies cry anymore?
Why don't the rivers sing?
Why have you left us alone?
Tell me.
Tell me, why the idle hands?
Why the beggar on the street?
Why the radioactive bombs?
Tell me.
Tell me, God, I want to know.
Tell me, why do you refuse to listen?
There's still someone who might pray.
Tell me, God, I want to know.
Where is all the truth?
There's still someone who might know, but not me.
Tell me, why don't people smile?
Why the guns in their hands?
Why the badly wounded men?
Tell me.
Tell me, why the mistreated children?
Why the forgotten elders?
Why the forbidden dreams?
Tell me, God!!