Hipocresia [English translation]

Society disintegrates.

Each family at the brink of war.

Corruption and bad government

make the city an inferno.

Screams and accusations,

lies and treachery,

destroy reason itself.

Indifference is born,

conscience is annulled,

and there's no ideal that will not disappear.

And everyone swears that they just don't understand

because all their dreams are turned to shit.

And they talk to me about the past in the present,

blaming others for the problem

of our common hypocrisy.

The heart becomes a war trench.

It's motto is "every man for himself".

And just like that the face of a friend

is fused with that of the enemy.

Our mediums of information

augment our confusion

so that the truth is a lie and vice versa.

Our illusion creates desperation

and the cycle continues with much more force.

And lost within the cacophony,

the will of an entire community is drowned.

And between the insult and the Hail Mary,

I can distinguish the jailer from the prisoner,

within our hypocrisy.

There are no longer "lefts" or "rights",

just pretexts and excuses,

a miserable state of rhetoric

for a planet of ambidextrous people.

There is no united front.

There is no social justice

nor solidarity with one's neighbor.

It's where evil comes from,

and government abuse

ends up blocking up our paths.

And everyone insists that they don't understand

because their dreams have turned to shit.

And we talk about the past in the present,

allowing our future to pass us by

as well live in our hypocrisy.

• Artist:Rubén Blades
• Album:Tiempos