Fantasía o realidad [English translation]

I'm searching in vain for a single explanation

That will justify all this intolerance once and for all

If we care about life and if we are not idiots

Why do we make our mission to cover the world in pain?

What is said about deception and corruption is true

Or does someone think that thousands of children

Live only on rice?

And when you look at the person next to you

And you see they are really in need

You think "What a precious gift has fortune given to us"

(Chorus)

And why do we measure time when all we do is wait?

Why do we need to feel reassured when life is all the same to us?

Or, why do we believe everything we see when, in the end

We don't know if it's fantasy or reality?

Or reality, or reality

They search for solutions:

"We have to eliminate racism"

But they have no idea where to start

And even if every single individual had a different colour

Surely there would still be problems about racial equality

Someone said one day an indubitable truth

"We forget about the little joys in order to reach the ultimate happiness"

Those life details give us another point of view

Maybe it will be too late when you want to start appreciating them

(Chorus x2)