Llueve en Semana Santa

I used to think
That mom was a pregnant virgin
That if I focused
Walking on water would be child's play

But nothing, I bit the apple
Shame bit modesty
I didn't lift your skirt to give you love
Nor did I pray your prayer

You have good intentions
You want to save my soul
We know you want money so calm down
You have good intentions
You want me to play along
Century after century
Selling us the sky

Again
Again
It rains on Holy Week
And no
They won't sell us

Those castles in the air
They won't sell us to drink their blood
No no no no
There are no saints left
Not God, not God
Not God who can stand you

With time
I realized the devil is inside
Cardinals, bishops, and kings
Who want the people to obey
The laws that scare them

I used to dream
That the devil slept by my side
And insomnia led me to sin
And to eat and drink
Life because it's a gift

You have good intentions
You want to save my soul
We know you want money so calm down
You have good intentions
You want me to play along
Century after century
Selling us the sky

Again, again
It rains on Holy Week
And no
They won't sell us
Those castles in the air
They won't sell us to drink their blood
No no no no
There are no saints left
Not God, not God

They won't sell us
Those castles in the air
They won't sell us to drink their blood
No no no no
There are no saints left
Not God, not God
Not God who can stand you

They won't sell us
They won't sell us
No no no no
There are no saints left
Not God, not God
Not God who can stand you