The Slave Will Become Great
I feel injustice
'Coz
Of your weakness they benefit
You don't react
Too busy with your own survival
Your body's marked
Your face so wrinkled
Working since your
Youth, treated as a slave
Your body's marked
Your face so wrinkled
Treated as a slave
No more value in your hands
Your output has decreased
Your purpose was to sing
To become a Diva.
But your mind's tired
But wisdom will give you reason
You've only known misery
The slave will become great
El esclavo se volverá grande
Siento injusticia
Porque
De tu debilidad se benefician
No reaccionas
Demasiado ocupado con tu propia supervivencia
Tu cuerpo está marcado
Tu rostro tan arrugado
Trabajando desde tu
Juventud, tratado como un esclavo
Tu cuerpo está marcado
Tu rostro tan arrugado
Tratado como un esclavo
Ya no hay valor en tus manos
Tu producción ha disminuido
Tu propósito era cantar
Para convertirte en una Diva.
Pero tu mente está cansada
Pero la sabiduría te dará razón
Solo has conocido la miseria
El esclavo se volverá grande