Promesas
Cabezones
Promises
Like the animal of its lost brother
Leaving the scraps for those who will come
Devotes his life to hiding the truth
Claims illusions while looking down on others
The sad cries of our children
Who denounce their exploitation
Moving people like chess pieces
Be careful not to lose
The hand that commands knows no mercy
You can bet my blood you'll never drink
The sad cries of our children
Who denounce their exploitation
The bread doesn't reach our mouths
Promises that murder the heart
Your life preserved in the pages of a manual
The reward for stepping on and mistreating someone else
No one gives me what I've earned today
I rest easy because I promised nothing
The sad cries of our children
Who denounce their exploitation
The bread that doesn't reach our mouths
Promises that murder the heart.
