¿Quién mueve las cuerdas?

The verb turned into paper,
and dwelled in the banks.
The lights turn on
the show begins,
in the puppet theater of the crazies.
Who pulls the strings?
Who pulls the strings?

If I don't work, I'm in trouble,
and if I work too much, even worse.
With you it's bad, without you it's much worse,
How far away paradise seems!
Who pulls the strings?
Who pulls the strings?

I'm happy, I can choose
the color of my bars.
I live in the best of worlds.
I'm happy, I can choose
the color of my bars.
I live in the best of worlds.

One Sunday afternoon
vomiting in this bar,
someone speaks on TV
"the future is for you"
Damn your shadow!
Damn your ancestors!
Who pulls the strings?
Who pulls the strings?

I'm happy, I can choose
the color of my bars.
I live in the best of worlds.
I'm happy, I can choose
the color of my bars.
I live in the best of worlds.

I'm happy, I can choose
the color of my bars.
I live in the best of worlds.
I'm happy, I can choose
the color of my bars.
I live in the best of worlds.

I live in the best of worlds.
I live in the best of worlds.
I live in the best of worlds.
I live in the best of worlds.