Cuéntale Al Hambre - Antonio José

Si me fijo en el color, roja es la sangre de las venas.

Cuentale tu que no merece un lugar

Cuentale al hambre

Que la esperanza es solo un juego de azar

Que esa puerta no se abre

Cuentale tu que el miedo te hace cobarde

Robale el sueño

Bajo la lluvia todos somos igual de pequeños

Son las fronteras de tiza que se invento don dinero

Las que dicen lo que vales y fabrican extranjeros

Arañando el horizonte solo puedo distinguir

Gente que camina a ciegas construyendo un porvenir

Que dicen que tienen dueño y esta muy lejos de aqui

Cuentale tu que no merece un lugar

Cuentale al hambre

Que la esperanza es solo un juego de azar

Que esa puerta no se abre

Cuentale tu que el miedo te hace cobarde

Robale el sueño

Bajo la lluvia todos somos igual de pequeños

If I look at the color, red is the blood in the veins.

Tell him that he doesn't deserve a place

tell the hunger

That hope is just a game of chance

That door does not open

Tell him that fear makes you a coward

steal the dream

Under the rain we are all just as small

They are the chalk borders that Mr. Money invented

The ones that say what you're worth and make foreigners

Scratching the horizon I can only distinguish

People walking blindly building a future

That they say they have an owner and he is very far from here

Tell him that he doesn't deserve a place

tell the hunger

That hope is just a game of chance

That door does not open

Tell him that fear makes you a coward

steal the dream

Under the rain we are all just as small