Stop brother, stop a little
We are of the mind
Mind that seeks
Get involved with people, people
How humble he walks
By the street, street, street, street
The pot, pot and let everyone eat
That they can, they can, they can, they can
There is no right
No amnesty
And let them lock up
Police
Touch the sky, try a dry one
Of all my sins
Sins that I do not plan to repent of
Repent if I only want to love you
Love you, love you, love you
To Mars, planet of this system
Shit, shit the money
That I always need
The moon is missing to turn on a cuete
Cuete, cuete, Cuete
There is no right
No amnesty
And they lock them up
Police