Anarquía

The heirs of anarchy
Today are the same ones who carry
Souls burdened by injustice
To win this war.

Who are the good ones,
Who are the bad ones
Who is the best,
It won't matter anymore
When injustice,
When violence
Can corrupt society.

Where will we go with this farce
If the hierarchs stink
It's no longer possible to believe in anyone
Today trust is dead.

And the officials,
With their mercenaries
Will manage us, will betray us
I smell anarchy, that every day
Grows a little more in my city.

An old age without dignity
Looks very bad, hey, society.

I can't see those poor kids
Who begging ask us
For much more than a coin
To be able to be happy.

And we ignore them, and we escape
We don't give them more chances
They are the children
Who from anarchy
Will survive in the city.