Let me tell you a story about where I live
My beautiful Venezuela

The daughter of so-and-so is getting into trouble
And she doesn't pay attention to the poor guy who truly loves her
And besides, she goes to bed with a rich kid
Because she spent her time looking in her dad's car

He's no longer giving love to his wife
And it's because she got bored of him, maybe because of his monotony
And even though they still love each other, they can't be together
Because now they owe respect to their new companies

Days go by and the boy sleeps on the sidewalk
The believer says "seek Christ, he will save you"
The boy responds with a kick in the butt
And it's that there's no good prayer when your stomach is growling

It's only seven o'clock and they put the lock on
Because the lord of the whip has a Glock with a selector
He went crazy and Paquito was shot
And the other cops are busy watching TV

And the man next door is a government supporter
The lady in front is not
The one next door invaded a classist land
The one in front was kicked out for not voting in favor

And I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But I swear that's how it is in mine
Tragedies, racism, classism
Land of tropical climate but cold inhabitants

I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But I swear that's how it is in mine
Tragedies, racism, classism
Land of Tropical Climate (la, la, la)

The grandmother is suffocating, she can barely breathe
But at the hospital they say I have to wait
That priority must be given to the drunk with mosquito bites
Nothing personal, just that he does have insurance

"And I swear my son was healthy" said that mother
Crying, because they killed her boy
But what she never knew (maybe she found out too late)
The kid was a thug, because of him others cried

I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But here it's almost like the Middle East
Only that the war is mainly in neighborhoods
And the soldiers are criminals against innocents

Like that beautiful innocent family
The last thing they saw was a car crashing into them
Only one survivor, the same one who told me this story
He's still looking for the culprit, to see him dead

And I bet you there's no free seat on the bus
No beds in the hospital for mothers to give birth
No spots in the central for this youth that dies young
Because Jesus doesn't reach the neighborhoods

The highway without light and the towns without asphalt
While the head of state gives a nice speech
See how much oil has increased since last year
For every thousand barrels produced there's an unemployed

Who has decided to commit an illegal act
Nothing to lose, but a lot to gain
That's the main cause of Venezuelan evil
So big, almost like Canaima and the Great Savannah

The evil of the window, the lie in the corner
The inhuman prisons, the corrupt police
How beautiful Venezuela, how great Simon Bolivar
And his face on bills, unknown to the poorest

Guayana Esequiba with stripes on our map
The potato is scarce the rate of violence is rising
(Natural beauty?) True (Paradise?) Complete farce
Because in paradise they don't threaten, they hug

And I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But I swear that's how it is in mine
Tragedies, racism, classism
Land of tropical climate but cold inhabitants

I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But I swear that's how it is in mine
Tragedies, racism, classism
Land of tropical climate (na, na, na)

It's KPU
It's Canserbero, they are

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