Today the song to the conscience, of a country that takes to slopes
Crises that come and go,
It is not a protest song, right or left,
It's the net, nothing more
I never liked the grid, nor the canteen lawsuits,
Of heated passion
But some servers, have gone from ca ?? nijos
They do not have?? God's forgiveness,
Some feel artists, coming out in magazines,
Or in Reality Shows,
Others are well populist, do not accept mistakes
Plots are invented
Some play in Las Vegas, and they are even? Chamaquean ??
While taking videos, and teaching the world,
Our corruption,
And in the streets pure traces, or they kidnap you or assault you,
How little ??, truth of God
The net net, we lack roosters,
Pups of any pen, turns, tight, red,
Well trained,
Birds of very good lung, of those that have had combat
Pa ?? that endure the attacks, power and ambition
A good first cock, pa ?? Throw it to anyone
With these chickens, gentlemen, we're never going to put it together
(And although we have honest copies,
Of great spike that have been known to play,
Even their own pens in the decisive quarrels,
They stopped betting, they sacrificed others,
Because they could not fix them, they did not let them get there
Yes, and so the stories continue,
Of those groups that betray, the national welfare)
And do not get offended, do not get stuck
If I stepped on them it was dancing, I did not want to hurt them,
Constructive criticism, nobody feels bad,
Because it hurts whoever hurts, is net of the net
The puritite truth
Only among all we can make this a better place :)