Cortejo Fúnebre
Masacre
8:58
Текст песни
Nothing in our fields Rubbish in the cities Poverty, misery Religions and politics Fuck you mafias Fuck you morality Fuck you hypocrisy This fucking truth People suffer the worst tragedy Poverty in extreme conditions Frustated and miserable government Absurd laws of lies Screams of latin pain Of corrupted reality Tragedy of cries and impunity Fields devoured by fear Bullets have shut up people This country dances upon death New silence the echoes Reality death, reality death Reality death, death Tired without tears Desperated void of three coloured Wraps up flesh till dismemberment This is a perverse truth This is a perverse truth A painful reality State of drugs and death Of bullets, cries and blood Dead bodies, more dead bodies Shots in the air People disappeared, impunity, die All in the list, massacres, die, die Nothing in our fields Rubbish in the cities Poverty, misery Religions and politics Fuck you mafias Fuck you morality Fuck you hypocrisy This fucking truth People suffer the worst tragedy Poverty in extreme conditions Reality death, reality death Reality death, death
