Traducir a
The thoughts are of the men
Those can never be taken from us.
Do not separate us more by colors
The only thing that sets us apart is metal
For the world broadcasting
The children of evil
Prices go up
Quotas go down
Human beings start to freeze
we are your dinner
of idiots
to them we are only children of evil
We continue to broadcast
From the same place
Start a New day
In humanity
The news says
What has exploited something in Iraq
After breakfast
Something about the Internet
And so they entertain us
Until coffee time
We ate something at work, a little before three o'clock.
We do overtime because we have to make ends meet
and to the children of our children we will leave nothing
nor pride of the fight, we are children of evil
The prisoners
of prudence
of laziness, consumerism and Prozac
we are dying
against the ropes
while the last waltz is already playing in the background
For the world broadcasting
The children of evil
men and women
they go out to dinner
the lights are already on
drawing the city
and there comes the conflict
current of the human
they have to choose
between "the voice" or "big brother"
We close our eyes tightly so we don't see what's happening
While we dance like idiots to the rhythm of the Gangnam Style
We go to bed in our grey ignore pyjama
prepares us for a new, new day in paradise
And while the Sons of the Evil fight
with sweat, against the cold
contra el hambre, con el pan
The ones who claim themselves Gods in the Earth
They are already looking for new planets
The men travel to war
and new pandemics arrive
to be able to finance
Their imminent travel to the stars
yes message on the bottle
his particular exodus
They won't look back
we are children of evil
They won't look back
we are children of evil
