El Globo - Once Tiros

Por todos lados se ven caras de terror

Se escuchan cuentos creídos de la ficción

Dura es la realidad que tocó vivir

El globo manda y te vigila al decidir

Sobrevivir es la meta disfrazada

No servís de nada sino para cumplir

Sobrevivir es la meta disfrazada

Entre tanta cagada lo que queda es huir

Sale en los diarios, radios o televisión

Está en la calle y en cualquier situación

Calma el dolor solo pa' seguir con su empresa

Mata los sueños la gente no le interesa

Ya hace un tiempo se sabe que algo anda mal

Y cada año avanza el bien material

El hombre sufre y carga con su impotencia

Es este globo que te asfixia la cabeza

Bueno sería ver a la gente cantando

Verlos a todos por la calle feliz

Everywhere you see faces of terror

Believed tales of fiction are heard

Hard is the reality that he had to live

The balloon commands and watches over you when deciding

Survival is the goal in disguise

You are of no use but to fulfill

Survival is the goal in disguise

Between so much shit what remains is to flee

It appears in the newspapers, radios or television

It is in the street and in any situation

Soothe the pain just to continue with your company

Kill dreams people don't care

It has been known for some time that something is wrong

And every year the material good advances

Man suffers and carries his impotence

It is this balloon that suffocates your head

It would be nice to see people singing

See them all down the street happy