hijos bastardos de la globalización

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It begins my day when leaves the sun
I Am 12 years old, alive in the desolation here in another dimension
My small hands are the production of thousands of toys
with the ones that will be able to play there children as me

Real victims of a demented play
the easy meat search market economy to exploit t
he macro production that welfare offers us
are millions of children of slaves, are children slaves, condemned

I DONT KNOW WHAT IS GLOBALIZATION
I DONT KNOW WHAT ARE ALONE HUMAN RIGHTS
I AM A LINK, A PIECE MORE THAN ONE MACABRE PUZZLE
I DONT KNOW WHAT IS GLOBALIZATION
I DONT KNOW WHAT ARE ALONE HUMAN RIGHTS
I AM A LINK, THE IRA OF YOUR GOD.

With indifference you can contemplate them
as machines robotic producing without stopping
is a clear example more than which is the god that one must worship
the end will justify the media before the god money, god money

I DONT KNOW WHAT IS GLOBALIZATION

They condemned, exploited

You hide? Tell me why! Shame you? Tell me why!

How would it change completely the situation
if were your son to whom dedicated this song
does not have protection, to nobody interests
to the pocket, to the benefits of the business
In West their crying does not he feel
the suffering and the apathy not go
the laws are seen are dictations by the great business

They condemned, exploited

They are bastard children of the globalization
imports You , imports me, are bastard children of the globalization
imports You , imports me to my, armies of slaves of the fucking globalization

It continues my day, already the sun is fallen
I Am 12 years old, alive in the desolation here in anotherdimension