Mucha Gente - El Arrebato

A la patera, se agarrará

en la otra orilla, le juraron libertad

morir ahogado no importa ya subir a cambio de una posibilidad

Que importa la basura

si no me salpica

que importa si hay avispas

si a mi no me pican

Que importa si en el mundo

no se cierran las heridas

si en mi casa tengo la hoguera siempre encendida

-estribillo bis-

Que en esta bola de tierra

hay, hay, haay

mucha gente, pero pocas personas

muchas puertas, pero nadie se asoma

mucho ego, y mu poca paciencia

to lo queremos arreglar cn la violencia

y cuando enciendo el televisor

hay unos ojos que me miran con dolor

niño negrito y pregunton

que me repite por que como pan y el no

y por que tengo tanta agua,

y el no

y por que tengo medicinas,

y el no

y tengo mantas pa taparme

y el no

y tengo techo pa la lluvia

y el no, y el no, y el noo

-estribillo bis-

que en esta bola de tierra

hay, hay, haay

mucha gente, pero pocas personas

muchas puertas, pero nadie se asoma

mucho ego, y mu poca paciencia

to lo queremos arreglar cn la violencia

y un avioncito, y un bombardeo

y el que la forma solamente mueve un deo

vence la fuerza y no, no la razon

ninguno arregla nada y los dos causan dolor

dolor, pero tu tranquilo hermano que no pasa na quedate agustito y sentaito en tu sofa mientras en el mundo sobra dolor

mucha gente, pero pocas personas

muchas puertas, pero nadie se asoma

mucho ego, y mu poca paciencia

to lo queremos arreglar con la violencia…

To the patera, he will grab

on the other shore, they swore freedom

to die by drowning doesn't matter and to climb in exchange for a chance

What does garbage matter?

if it doesn't splash me

what does it matter if there are wasps

yes they don't sting me

What does it matter if in the world

the wounds do not close

if in my house I have the bonfire always lit

-chorus encore-

that in this ball of earth

there is, there is, haah

many people, but few people

many doors, but no one looks out

a lot of ego, and a little patience

we want to fix everything with violence

and when i turn on the tv

there are some eyes that look at me with pain

black boy and question

that he repeats to me because I eat bread and he doesn't

and why do I have so much water,

and he doesn't

and because I have medicines,

and he doesn't

and I have blankets to cover myself

and he doesn't

and I have a roof for the rain

and the no, and the no, and the noo

-chorus encore-

that in this ball of earth

there is, there is, haah

many people, but few people

many doors, but no one looks out

a lot of ego, and a little patience

we want to fix everything with violence

and a little plane, and a bombardment

and the one who forms it only moves one finger

force wins and no, not reason

neither fixes anything and both cause pain

pain, but your calm brother that doesn't happen at all, stay comfortable and sit on your sofa while there is plenty of pain in the world

many people, but few people

many doors, but no one looks out

a lot of ego, and a little patience

we want to fix everything with violence…