Tir Al Ninot

Is destiny distributed before birth?
What is the origin? To whom the thanks?
Who is the architect and king of the castle?
Did they die of disgust? Will they die of old age?

Skin against skin, the heart knows how to do
A prisoner never forgets the face of the jailer
Sincere with life, with an explosive mouth

Feeling like a stranger in the desert of lies
Living a nostalgia of the past not overcome
A crisis of narrative, a dagger stuck
A bitter taste, an ungrateful pain

Unrepaired sadness, an innate grudge
He wasn't plugged into the city team
She was insulted for being poor and foul-mouthed
Bad company for suspicious parents
The select rabble, of this carnival

And the world sees fights where they dance alone
And they can't stop; and they don't want to stop

Children of chaos and madness
Daughters of the bad weeds
Trains that derailed
Now they throw stones at that doll on your altar

He didn't remember the years of agitation when the pamphlet worked for him
And now he doesn't make pamphlets, he talks about love: More drama
Now he has changed plans, plans of encephalogram
Fame is paid and who pays rules

No! They have more jackets than problems, I know
They all come cut from the same pattern
They raised the middle finger, mocked those who didn't
Swallowed the official doctrines

Meteoritic career, guaranteed successes
Failures are not considered, unregulated market
Religious school, parental censorship
A pinch of dogma and liberal chant

Here the public school, here those who were doing badly
The 'jebis' of the 80s, the punks from that bar
The redskins of the town, the rappers from that park
The pride of defeat that we drag until the end

And they walk through their streets
And they have a good market, avenues, lights, and parks
And how pretty they go to parties, and how clean the car is
And how well they know how to be
And in the working-class neighborhoods they stir