Locura

My dear brothers,
Fellow citizens,
No matter how much they have,
How much they want, how much they owe,
If they laugh, if they despair,
If they fall or get up.

Facing the future,
They have no face,
They have no cure,
They sing in unison:
Madness,
Madness,
Madness!

Madness,
Madness,
Madness!

They count the coins
So as not to be left out,
Once inside
They will be happy.

Facing the future,
They have no face,
They have no cure,
They sing in unison:
Madness,
Madness,
Madness!

Madness,
Madness,
Madness!