Gente Humilde [English translation]

There are some days

In which I think about my fellow people

And I feel

A blunt punch in my heart

Because it seems that

Suddenly it happens

Like an unexpected desire of living

Without noticing

That it happens the same way when

I'm on a ride in the suburbs

And I feel great

Coming from somewhere else by train

And then

I get so envious of these people

Who go on life

Without no one for them to count on

I see "sad" houses

With chairs in front of them

And on their façades

It's written that they are homes

Around their balconies

Sad and fallow flowers

Just like happiness

That doesn't have a place to rest

And then I get sad

Deep within my heart

Like someone else's despite

Of me not having how to battle

And I don't believe

I ask God to help my fellow people

They're humble people

This makes me want to cry