El festín de los demás (en inglés)

El festín de los demás
I go sat down without looking
Anything can bother
The banquet of the other ones
That now I pass to spell
Tell me who will assume
The responsibility
The defeats that I suffered
Our insipid future
And they talk about distributing
The best thing to live
The money, the nation, the health, your education
And if the hunger can more
He/she will still be able to sustain us
They come to pick up the crumbs of the banquet of the other ones
You can choose what you want of what reached to have more than enough
Of half of the happiness of all the other ones
Tell me who will assume
The responsibility
The defeats that I suffered
Our insipid future
Tell me who will assume
The leftovers that you/they leave us
They come to pick up the crumbs of the banquet of the other ones
You can choose what you want of what reached to have more than enough
They come to pick up the crumbs of the banquet of the other ones
You can choose what you want of what reached to have more than enough
Of half of the happiness of all the other ones
I go sat down without looking
Our future won't come
Because he/she never resuscitated
When the past killed him
I saw it in television
The one that disguised him of love
But the love is a trap
Amid the heart
All can choose
What you/they want can be
Of what reached to have more than enough
Of the banquet of the other ones
Of the banquet of the other ones