It opens paths through the hills,
Leave your mark in the wind,
The eagle gives the flight
And the silence shelters him.
He never complained about the cold,
He never complained about the dream,
The poor man feels his way
And he follows him as blind.
I corveled, I correled, correlated
Over here, over there, over there,
I corveled, I correled, correla,
Correled that they are going to kill you,
I corralé, I correle, correlá.
Your head is topped
By crows with golden claw
How he has crucified him
The fury of the powerful.
Son of rebellion
Twenty plus twenty follow him,
Because he gives his life
They want to kill him.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)