La Carencia (en inglés)

La Carencia
In the morning I get up
I do not want to go to work
I climb to the combi noting
So everyone starts to happen
The avenue is circulating
The soul of my city worker
People who always is working
And the rest is held by pá dream.
After eight hours of walking to work
Despair feels at home

Since the scrubs that there daily
No longer reaches pá progress
And so have spent decades
Because in a globalized world
The poor people have no place
And the gap, top
And wages below
With what I earn in this business I am not reached pá swallow
And the lack top
And wages down
And I tell my teresa I will not resignar
And the lack top
And wages below
With what I earn is not me this company reaches pá swallow
And the lack top
And wages down
And I tell my teresa vente going to dance because
Ahi comes antidoping
There is the salary
There comes holy sabina
Here comes the damn
Here comes the have-nots
Here comes the classroom
There is who comes
Ahi comes chili that keeps you
And on the bed and entertains you in the mouth as retienes
Best brings atu couple and sóplale an ear
Pa'que move from the waist and you turn and then
The sobada she no longer wants anything, and I will tell you no, not
No, no, no, not
To that nooooooo!
If they hear pantheon rococo mexiko stadt not hear the sax love
The young girls
The young girls
The young girls
The young girls
In the bustling morning hustle, the narrator of 'La Carencia' by Panteon Rococo contemplates the monotony of daily work life, feeling the weight of unfulfilled dreams and economic struggle...