Aux détenteurs [English translation]

When my soul tells me

Of a folly

Organized by those who guide the people

Towards a broken future...

Where the supervision is caustic

And the elite monopoly

Rises on its accursed dome,

They calmly ride out the economic crisis.

To the shareholders of truth,

Let your hearts sweat,

Because the universe is manhandled

By your telematic drama.

When our spirits are lost,

Numbed by cruelty,

I wish my conscience would spare me

The pain of humanity.

A well-established culture that's stuck in a rut,

That democratizes idiocy,

Too many morbid screens that give

Irritations to our recumbent bodies.

To the shareholders of truth,

Let your hearts sweat,

Because the universe is manhandled

By your telematic drama.

When our lives run on rails

Of traumatized tomorrows

Where our children are born in the aggressiveness

Of a dogmatized vengeance...

Where ashes seem logical,

And zaps make us mechanical,

Where hanging is an art that's classical,

And taking up arms is rhetorical...

To the shareholders of truth,

Let your hearts sweat,

Because the universe is manhandled

By your telematic drama.

To the shareholders of truth,

Let your hearts sweat,

Because the universe is manhandled

By your telematic drama.

But I know

That everything is going to change.