Five in the morning there in Tijuana
A shot is heard from a window
María looks up at the sky, she's already used to it
It's the soundtrack of every dawn
A couple living in New York
They work full-time, another payment, another computer
Their time is summed up in time that they don't consume
The soundtrack is the sound of their clock
Twelve at night in southern Europe
Let's say that I'm talking about Madrid
The word crisis will christen the morning
It's the soundtrack of so much repetition
Why do the same ones always fall, why?
Why do the eyes cloud over?
Why do the eyes get used to everything
São Paulo, seven in the evening
Pots instead of drums flood the street
Joao keeps on with his things, with his chores
Outside the soundtrack of his sorrows is playing
Luis, with the world, leads a very social life
Online a million friends, he says: They can't let you down
But at his house it's been a month since anyone crossed his doorway
The soundtrack: Lonely Community
A man walks through the streets of Dakar
He wonders if a disease can be orchestrated
Who will bring the vaccine? Money and the exchange of a fortune
A soundtrack that will soon be forgotten
Why do the same ones always fall, why?
Why do the eyes cloud over?
Why do the eyes get used to everything
And they ask us to coexist without losing our sanity
To shake hands with ease with the interest rates
To accept their economy as a pet
To run with shackles over their paper world