Comandante marcos

Commander Marcos, in the Mexican jungle
fights for your love, but you do nothing
you keep complicating your life with nonsense
buying junk that serves no purpose
you are desperate to enter the first world
but your heart remains a vagabond, ...a vagabond

oh, oh, oh, oh, ho

Your tongue is slowly buried in the internet
your heart cracks, you no longer have to believe
Commander Marcos is opening a window
to look at the sky of the desperate
those forgotten
who never believe in anything, not even a glance
of love.

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

No one knows what the ants are, nor the crazy mothers
nor the lonely children, nor the executed, nor the condemned
nor the bored, nor the depressed
nor the wise Indians, nor the murderers, nor the crazy drug lords
those of us who are few
those who see the day
those who see the sky
those who see everything that no one sees
The end of time, the light of day
the universe and my leaves
They are thirsty
thirsty to be
They are thirsty
thirsty to be
oh