Un Desastre manifiesto

Mr. G, Mr. G, tries hard
thinking that tomorrow he will do what he didn't do yesterday.
But once again, Mr. G, he uses bad weather as an excuse,
boredom or not feeling well.
And he says: 'It's late, it's too late,
it's late now, what am I going to do.'

And every time, Mr. G, he manages to escape
from a new disaster, know that someone is watching him, don't you see?
Mr. G, people don't forget
and old wounds will turn against you.
And I shouted: 'Not in my name, you won't do it if it's in my name,
not in my name,' or some other nonsense.

Day ten, the bill will have to be paid.
The only thing certain is that what's done is done
and his tongue burns and he starts to sing:
The sky is crying and my last prayer
crossed the seven seas towards the song.

It may be that, Mr. G,
driving one night and crossing paths with another car
with someone inside who is just like you.
Mr. G, the same look, the same expensive clothes
and as he turns around he sees himself crashing.
An accident, a manifest disaster,
it would be wise to disappear.

I'll say it, Mr. G,
without beating around the bush, you're not as good
as you think you are, but so what?
Mr. G, don't you see that no matter what you do
people today swallow, swallow until they throw up.
They're hungry, don't you see they're hungry?,
they're hungry, feed them.

Sooner or later you'll know,
everything ends up precipitating,
and he wakes up singing like an animal.
The sky is crying and my last prayer
crossed the seven seas towards the song.

An accident, a manifest disaster,
it would be wise to disappear.
Sooner or later you'll have to pay,
the only thing certain is that what's done is done,
and he wakes up singing like an animal.

The sky is crying and my last prayer
crossed the seven seas, brought us light and warmth.
The sky is crying and my last prayer
crossed the seven seas, brought us light and warmth.

(The sky is crying and my last prayer
crossed the seven seas, brought us light and warmth)

The sky is crying and my last prayer
crossed the seven seas, brought us light and warmth.
The sky is crying and my last prayer
crossed the seven seas towards my song,
towards my song, the song.