Guerra English translation

All the divisions are ringing
There is bad news of future extinctions

All the divisions are ringing
There is bad news of future extinctions

All the divisions are ringing
There is bad news of future extinctions

All the divisions are ringing
There is bad news of future extinctions

Protect the children in these times of invasions
Papa Candelo, take care of them from the drones

All the divisions are ringing
There is bad news of future extinctions

Protect mothers in these times of invasions
Papa Candelo, take care of them from the drones

All the divisions are ringing
There is bad news of future extinctions

Of all evil
(Deliver us)

The power went out
(Everything wrong)

carry the cross
(Deliver us)
Projectiles
(Everything wrong)

Thousands die
(Deliver us)

Category six
(Everything wrong)

magnitude ten
(Deliver us)

Go up 3 degrees
(Everything wrong)

Fahrenheit
(Deliver us)

The power went out
(Everything wrong)

carry the cross
(Deliver us)

Projectiles
(Everything wrong)

Thousands die
(Deliver us)

Category six
(Everything wrong)

magnitude ten
(Deliver us)

Go up 3 degrees
(Everything wrong)

Fahrenheit
(Deliver us)

And the metals are taken from the earth
And from the earth they are loaded into a factory
And from the factory they arrive at a port
And in the port they assemble them on shipping companies

And through the seas they reach another port
And they pick it up from the ports and take it to the stores.
And in the stores I take them with my hands
And from my hands they return to the earth

(War)
Deliver us
(War War)
Of all evil
(War is a war)
Holy Mary come

(War War)
Deliver us
(War)
Of all evil
(War is a war)
Holy Mary come

(War War)
Deliver us
(War)
Of all evil
(War is a war)
Holy Mary come

(War)
Deliver us
(War War)
Of all evil
(War is a war)
Holy Mary come
(War)

And the heat continues to increase
But in my mind I'm blocking it

I'm taking melatonin
Anyway I keep revealing myself

Thinking that my death will not be from chickenpox
It will be because of the plastic that runs through my veins

Thinking about the day I have to leave again
Because the Caribbean Sea swallowed my entire neighborhood

Thinking that my children will have to take refuge
In lands where the climate does not try to kill them

And my grandchildren will be very afraid of the light
Because they grew up escaping the sun

When the Rio Grande can be crossed on foot
And Guajataca is highway ten

Thinking about the bills I don't have to pay
Because the whole world is already going to end

And the earth keeps turning
But I'm not getting dizzy
Because in my mind I'm blocking it

Because in my mind I'm blocking it