Sileeencio
Don't ever let it slip that I'm a street child
I'll tell you the details so that your heart doesn't break
I've hurt myself a lot in this life
There are those who value you for money
And that is hypocrisy
From night to day they change your mentality
They traffic weapons in millions
And the world dies behind
Death will lurk behind you
With its double face
The same goes for a poor president
He steals who murders and remains silent
It is very normal that my message
The silence will burst
My day does not end today
Maybe one day you failed in the crusade
Sileeeencio
The brother of the street is the social problem
To the abyss can drag
I am standing in front of the troops again
And I don't play, we have to put an end to this
Before the fire spreads
Racial discrimination total social problem
The time passes we must arrive
Without pessimism living on the edge of an abyss
And this lyricism that frees me from all my sorrows
He who seeks a stroke of luck waits
Life is short but it comes
With people who live on hope
I stop dead and echo
The pure truth and with confidence
Degradable violations of convictions
My silence is part
Of all those actions, confusions and betrayals
Sileeeencio
The brother of the street is the social problem
He can drag into the abyss
I am standing in front of the troops again
And I don't play, we have to end this
Before the fire spreads
Painful but sad reality
World where clarity has been lost
In all directions
They project themselves like a ferocious animal
Misfortunes and humiliations
Humanity was lost in all directions
They project themselves like a ferocious animal
Misfortunes and humiliations
Sileeeencio< br/>The brother of the street is the social problem
He can drag into the abyss
I am standing in front of the troops again
And I don't play, we have to put an end to this
Before let the fire spread
I was like you
Injustices happened daily
On TV on the radio and I without comment
I have seen with my own eyes how blood gushes out
He takes off your clothes, I keep my mouth shut
And everything is still going smoothly
And my defeat settled on the window
One day at my work someone calls:
- Halo
- Good morning, is Mr. Montana's office?
- What do you want?
- Look, I'm calling from the police station
- To inform you that your son has been found dead last night.
- No, no, that is not possible...
Now it is my turn to live what I have kept silent about
Now it is my turn to cry
While others have not spoken We have to put an end to this
Before the fire spreads
The brother of the street is the social problem
He can drag into the abyss
I am standing in front of the troops again
And I don't play, we have to put an end to this
Before the fire spreads
The brother of the street is the social problem
He can drag into the abyss
I am standing in front of the troops again
And I don't play, we have to end this
Before the fire spreads

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