Lyrics and translation Víctor Manuel - Nos Están Preguntando

Nos Están Preguntando

Hay un niño llorando
Tiene sangre en los labios
Y los ojos bendados
Chapotea en el barro
Nos está preguntando
Que porqué le queremos matar

Aunque tu no lo sepas
Vives amenazado
Por el lugar y fecha
Te parieron marcado
Aunque estes desarmado
Eso nadie lo puede probar

Todas las armas
Se pueden comprar
Los mercaderes
Te las venderan
Los fabricantes
No van a parar
Hay tanta gente
Que quierer matar

Solo tiene sus manos
Nunca ha sido soldado
Su taller y el trabajo
Han sido bombardeados
Nos está preguntando
Que porque le queremos matar

Olfatean la sangre
Las hienas los chacales
El mundo es insensible
Ante las crueldades
Nos esta preguntando
Que porque les queremos matar

Todas las armas
Se pueden comprar
Los mercaderes
Te las venderan
Los fabricantes
No van a parar
Hay tanta gente
Que quierer matar

Nadie sabe tu nombre
Nadie quiere saberlo
Que ningún documento
Documente a los muertos
Nos está preguntando
Que porque les queremos matar

Si lo intento y no llego
Si no tengo dinero
Sino puedo y me pierdo
Si me traga el desierto
Nos estan condenado
A una tumba en el medio del mar

Todas las armas
Se pueden comprar
Los mercaderes
Te las venderan
Los fabricantes
No van a parar
Hay tanta gente
Que quierer matar

Nos estan preguntando...

They Are Asking Us

There's a child crying
With blood on his lips
And eyes that are blindfolded
He's splashing in the mud
He's asking us
Why do you want to kill me?

Even if you don't know it
You live threatened
By where and when
You were born marked
Even if you are unarmed
No one can prove it

All weapons
Can be bought
The merchants
Will sell them to you
The manufacturers
Will not stop
There are so many people
Who want to kill

He has only his hands
He's never been a soldier
His workshop and his work
Have been bombed
He's asking us
Why do you want to kill me?

They sniff out the blood
The hyenas, the jackals
The world is insensitive
To cruelties
He's asking us
Why do you want to kill us?

All weapons
Can be bought
The merchants
Will sell them to you
The manufacturers
Will not stop
There are so many people
Who want to kill

No one knows your name
No one cares to know it
That no document
Documents the dead
He's asking us
Why do you want to kill us?

If I try and fail
If I have no money
If I can't do it and I get lost
If the desert swallows me
They are condemning us
To a tomb in the middle of the sea

All weapons
Can be bought
The merchants
Will sell them to you
The manufacturers
Will not stop
There are so many people
Who want to kill

They are asking us...