Sombras En El Frio - Inspector

Existe gente que nunca habla

Viven, suean donde no hay nada

La pobreza es compaera

El morir quiza esperanza

Hambre, vicio en su camino

De la calle el gambusino

Caras tristes, olvidadas

Llevan cansancio en su mirada

Existe gente que nunca escucha

Viven solos en su lucha

Esperando con paciencia

Que termine la indiferencia

HOY!

No hay destino aqui

Ni dioses que adorar

Solo sombras en el frio

Buscando humanidad

There are people who never speak

They live, they dream where there is nothing

Poverty is companion

dying maybe hope

Hunger, vice on your way

From the street the gambusino

sad faces, forgotten

They wear weariness in their eyes

There are people who never listen

They live alone in their struggle

waiting patiently

let the indifference end

TODAY!

there is no destination here

no gods to worship

Just shadows in the cold

looking for humanity