Promesas

They need power
To be able to obtain
The head of some brother

They sell us false information
They treat us like donkeys
And expect us to believe them

They are promises, they are promises
They are empty promises
They are promises, they are promises
They are empty promises

They say they want peace
While they spend money on weapons
And here there are still sick children

They keep showing us a god
Who is full of gold
And we know the real one walked barefoot

They are promises, they are promises
They are empty promises
They are promises, they are promises
They are empty promises