HERE WE GO AGAIN

Ví lo que no quiero:
hoy, un mundo tanteando en la oscuridad.
Sé, es un misterio:
dos caminos..
y mi gente a dónde va?

Here we go again..
tell me, how long it's going to take?
Every minute passing through our eyes
are we going to let the pot get hot, and wait?
Waiting for the "magic voice”
telling us when our food is done;
when to turn off the dream,
when to un-clock the clock,
when to smile and say 'yes'
when the answer is no.

Well, if you don't know
someone else know how to play the game:
“You just send us a letter, then be patient and quiet”
“We control climate change”, “Only poor countries will be hurt”
and “We have a fairy tale of coal for you.. it's on its way!”
(Do you know how to pray?)

Our planet is burning.. and we're waiting for instructions!

I know it's difficult.
I know it's not easy to detach
from that fooling hand,
cos it fixes everything for us,
but the damage is done (we did it!)
The clock sand is getting empty now..

Mother, rivers, waterfalls,
how the hell we end up on this road?
Is this an awkward dream?
Is this the end of the game?
Are we going to wake up?
Are the strings as tight as they say?
('cos we do as they say!)

Our future is burning.... and we do just what they say...

But there is another path, my love,
a different exit we all could take.
And it's one full of beauty, my love,
full of courage ..and vegan cakes!

Where the wind play with us, my love,
swirling, swinging, giving us the strength.
Let's just take it, and tell the kids
that we are here to stay.
That THEY can stay.

(And in the forests, and in the mountains,
the voices of the Grandmothers are rising,
they are praying for us to choose wisely.
"Think of the children" they say,
"the innocents")

Oh! Tunkasila, omakiyayo! Omakiyayo!
Oh! Tunkasila, omakiyayo! Omakiyayo!
Ay! Allpa Mama, guíanos! Guíanos!
Ay! Pacha Mama, guíanos! Guíanos!

Here we go again
tell me, how long it's going to take?
Every minute passing through our eyes
are we going to let the pot get hot?

I know it's difficult.
I know it's not easy to detach
from that fooling hand,
cos it fixes everything for us,
but the damage is done (they did it!)
The corporations never let us decide, my love.

Mother, rivers, waterfalls,
can you guide us to go back on the road?
Can we create a new dream?
Can we actually win this game?
Can we start to wake up?

.. or are the strings still there?