Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ya No Hay, artist - Cultura Profética.
Date of issue: 26.10.2010
Song language: Spanish
Ya No Hay(original) |
Voy a empezar a comunicar lo que en tu boca esta |
Parace promediar en la gente amargura y dolor |
Y es que ya no hay! |
verguenza no hay |
Ya no queda vergüenza solo impunidad |
Y ya no hay, respeto no hay mas |
Palabras tan huecas imposible es llenarlas |
Mensajes con doble sentido |
Tratando de confundirnos |
Siguiendo la ruta del juego |
Juego de opresión sin posible salida |
Carne de cañón en esta imperio mano de obra barata |
Nunca se queja, facil se aplasta |
El que no llora no mama |
Y como sigue este cuento sr. |
presidente |
Es Ud. solo una marioneta o también es director |
Y donde el amor por lo tuyo |
Por favor para de entregar ya no queda mucho |
Y solo le digo que no se equivoque Sr |
Esta pisando un jardín que Ud. no sembró |
Por mas que busque y busque ya no hay |
Entre tanta basura, nada puedo encontrar |
Nada sólidamente puro que me de una esperanza |
Es que hay tanta tanta tanta tanta bosta |
Todos los criminales se pasan la posta |
Sin detenerse ni un segundo a pensar |
Sin detenserse ni un segundo a bacilar |
Cuantas familias están por arruinar |
Pero como creer como no dudar |
Ejemplos sobran para desconfiar |
Si pudiéramos elegir solo por su conciencia |
Y no tuviéramos que soportar esta sucia decadencia |
Mmh no creo que alcance la paciencia |
Es que siempre llega mas que tarde la ciencia |
(translation) |
I'm going to start communicating what's in your mouth |
It seems to average bitterness and pain in people |
And there is no more! |
shame there is no |
There is no longer any shame, only impunity |
And there is no more, respect there is no more |
Words so hollow it is impossible to fill them |
double meaning messages |
trying to confuse us |
Following the game path |
Game of oppression with no way out |
Cannon fodder in this cheap labor empire |
He never complains, he easily crushes |
He who does not cry does not breastfeed |
And how does this story continue, Mr. |
President |
Are you just a puppet or are you also a director |
And where the love for what is yours |
Please stop delivering there is not much left |
And I'm just telling you don't make a mistake Mr. |
You are stepping on a garden that you did not plant |
As much as I search and search there is no longer |
Among so much garbage, I can't find anything |
Nothing solidly pure that gives me a hope |
It's just that there is so much so much shit |
All criminals pass the baton |
Without stopping for a second to think |
Without stopping for a second to bacillate |
How many families are about to ruin |
But how to believe how not to doubt |
There are plenty of examples to distrust |
If we could choose only for your conscience |
And we didn't have to put up with this dirty decay |
Mmh I don't think I'll reach patience |
It is that science always arrives more than late |