Estic escoltant/ Estoy escuchando/ I'm listening to... (1)

Today I bought this song. More relevant than ever.
M'he comprat aquest tema perquè em sembla més rellevant que no mai abans.

Cambios / Changes

What a shame people will not value

What they never fought for, yet they own. How sad

To see the faces of people who are lied to,

And trust their lot will improve

Yet this country has always been blind

There will be no Mar Menor or old age pensions

Immigrants are still called criminals

But in the football field they celebrate their goals

Get fined for smoking a relaxing weed
“Got nothin’ on me, get stuffed, Officer!”
He’s enraging the kids in the park
On the same might when a homeless man gets punched

The mobile phone won’t help me interact
But make me hate myself more, it’ll be too late
I want a planet that does represent me
It matters who I can count on, not the money they can count

Been waiting so long my hopes for the world to change

Have gone cold, but this will not change

We keep arguing while poverty increases

Give him more tobacco, get yourself a throat cancer

The Princess is well protected but not your daughter

Who will have to eat stale bread if the economy goes to the dogs

It is hard to bring food to the table

And there are those who bash their partner

Die, sonofabitch, die in jail

Like my head, in an eternal trip

While I’m driving, I gaze at the landscape

It looks sad, just like when you left

The 21^st century, that’s our lot

Of the best life ever, the one we have not looked after

What we neither deserve nor appreciate

We get carried away, we have settled for this

I used think that is what people cared about

To be able to breathe, polluted waters

People have been duped, they feel frustration

In Barcelona they have set up the barricades

Rocks fly over, dumpsters get burned
Yet the media have never had it better
You are the ones who have caused this hatred that is eating us up
The TVs are the ones winning this war

I’m the sole owner of my freedoms

When I have to I do my duties

I have no nation, I follow no colours

I’m not a thief like the Society of Authors

We’re up in the air, enjoy the trip

I carried no luggage, wasn’t in first class

Only the working class I brought along

They may vanquish me, but not my message!

A family evicted is a shame

While the banks own so many empty flats

Surviving on charity

And kneeling down before Felipe and Juan Carlos

Changes, I just want changes

But this is an uneducated, antiquated country

Replete with selfish people and low wages

Full of racists and corrupt officials

They hold the reins of your life

The planet suffers because of the food you need

Your belly’s already full

Breathe in this smoke and enjoy your exhaustion

Advocating that the innocent stay in jail

Is like advocating that the guilty remain free

People should get closer to each other

Peoples who do not know each other go into battle

Yet another day I get up apathetic

Knackered, hungover and anxious

I hold my head high with what my lot is

I try to contribute because that’s what I’ve been taught

They pay lip service to the Constitution

Though half of those who voted for it are now dead

In this country they want respect for the rules

But a dead man keeps ruling in the shade

Think about it

Just think about it