Gente [English translation]
Gente [English translation]
There is a strange world
Rare, singular
Rotates continuously
A thousand turns, it can not stop
A complex world
Hiding its secrets
Where we come from
And then to where we will go
Who sets the rules, who decides
Who handles the truth
We are just people, people
Many people
That smile and cry inside
That left and that you miss today
People who love you
People who hurt you
People who are alone even if there are many people
That defend inequality
That is sick of imbecility
That deny what promise
Dominant people
Indifferent people
There is a wounded world
that starts to bleed
Keep spinning
It asks less than what gives us
So uncompensated
So poorly managed
World of injustices
Injured world
Who moves the threads, who decides
Who handles the truth
We are just people, people
That smile and cry inside
That left and that you miss today
People who love you
People who hurt you
People who are alone even if there are many people
That defend inequality
That is sick of imbecility
That deny what promise
Dominant people
Indifferent people
We are many people
Different people
We are many, we are people
So many people, different people
Many people
That smile and cry inside
That left and that you miss today
People who love you
People who hurt you
People who are alone even if there are many people
That defend inequality
That is sick of imbecility
That deny what promise
Dominant people
Indifferent people
Many people
- Artist:El sueño de Morfeo