Hijos de un mismo dios [English translation]

Five in the morning, there in Tijuana

A shot is heard from the window

Maria looks up to the sky, she is already used

Is the soundtrack of every morning

A couple living in New York

Works full-time, another quota, another computer

Their time its resumed, time they don't consume

The soundtrack: the sound of their clock.

Midnight in Southern Europe

Let's say Madrid

The word "crisis" will baptize the morning

It's the soundtrack of repeating.

[Chorus]

(Hey!)

If we are sons, sons of the same God

Why is always the same people the one that have to fall, why? Hey, tell me

If we are sons, sons of the same God

Why do eyes get all glazed over?

Why do eyes get used to all this pain?

(Let´s go!)

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh

Yes, we are, oh ohh

Ohhhh

São Paulo, seven in the evening

Pots instead of drums floods the street

João keeps doing his thing, his job

Outside, the soundtrack of his pain.

Luis, with the world, leads a very social life

On the Internet, he has a million friends

He says: it can't go wrong

But, it has been a month

Since someone went to his house

The soundtrack: solitaire community

A man walking the streets of Dakar

Asks if is possible to orchestrate a disease

Who will bring the vaccine?

Currency and cash of a fortune

A soundtrack that is soon to forget.

[Chorus]

(Hey!)

If we are sons, sons of the same God

Why is always the same people the one that have to fall, why? Hey, tell me

If we are sons, sons of the same God

Why do eyes get all glazed over?

Why do eyes get used to all this pain?

(Let´s go!)

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh

Yes, we are, oh ohh

Ohhhh

And they are asking us to convive, without loosing our minds

Give our hands with ease to the rates of interest

Accept their economy like a pet animal

Running, strings attached, over their world of paper.

(Listen to it!)

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh

Yes, we are, oh ohh oh ohhh

Yes, we are, oh ohh

Ohhhh

• Artist:Macaco