There is a rooster
That cries and screams
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, cautious
That this hurts, it sweeps you, it kills you, it irritates you
What luck yours is so raw and damn!
Pray day, night and don't have lunch
It is believed bad mother and also bad daughter
Where is the luck? Mine, little one
Someone gives it to him and then takes it off
And there's not so much bread, bread, bread
There is not so much bread, bread, bread
There is not so much bread, bread, bread
There is not so much bread, bread, bread
Some are big and others are brave
Some betray and others are strong
Wake up Mercedes
Oh my Patricia
Tomás, Martín, Juan, Lola, Pablo and Cristina
That this great fault is not yours or mine
Lies, smiles and poppies
Speeches, newspapers, bankers and trileros
Songs, hands and guns
Bags, confetti, cruises and pockets
They steal and yell at you
They steal and yell at you
They steal and yell at you
And what you don't have, they also take away
There is not so much bread, bread, bread
There is not so much bread, bread, bread
There is not so much bread, bread, bread
There is not so much bread
And it's indecent, it's indecent
Homeless people, houses without people
Is indecent
(House without people)
No, there is not so much bread
No no no no no
(Archemists or tourists)
(They turn the town into a boat)
(The shit in gold)
(Black on white)
There is not so much bread (White gold)
There is not so much bread
There is not so much bread
There is not so much, no