NO HE SIDO PRÍNCIPE

la golondrina no me hará caso

mis ojos no son zafiros

aunque han visto la miseria

sin ser estatua

como hace más de un siglo atrás

los ricos siguen pasándosela bien

en sus casas hermosas

nosotros los Floyds

 sentados a sus puertas

 seguimos siendo "holgazanes"

 el color nos delata

 solo esto me queda

 una espada sin rubí

Do you ever get tired of the preachin' sounds of fear

When they're hammered at your head and pounded in your ear?

Have you ever asked about it and not been answered plain?

Then you heard my voice a-singin' and you know my name.

I'm a-wonderin' if the leaders of the nations understand

This murder-minded world that they're leavin' in my hands.

Have you ever laid awake at night and wondered 'bout the same?

Then you heard my voice a-singin' and you know my name.