Cifras
Nuestro horizonte
Está plagado
de necesidades ficticias
Poco a poco
Te cansas de lo viejo
Donde existen personas
Habrá desperdicios
Donde hubo vida
Hoy sólo hay muerte
Donde hubo vida
Hoy sólo hay muerte
Donde hubo vida
Hoy sólo hay muerte
Se abren los surcos
De la tierra desangrando
Cifras que mantienen
Vidas calculadas
Cifras que mantienen
Víctimas controladas
Las armas cargando
Los niños jugando
Sin ser atormentados
Bajo el cielo de nube gris
El silencio es su cómplice
Víctimas calculadas
Vidas Controladas
Figures
Our horizon
Is filled
With fake needs
Little by little
You get tired of the old
Where there are people
There will be waste
Where there was life
Now there's only death
Where there was life
Now there's only death
Where there was life
Now there's only death
The furrows open
Of the bleeding earth
Figures that keep
Calculated lives
Figures that keep
Controlled victims
The guns are loaded
The kids are playing
Without being tormented
Under the gray cloud sky
Silence is their accomplice
Calculated victims
Controlled lives