A moon paints silver in the waves,
Riela, play down the river in the shadows
And a boat crosses to the sea
As an angel of loneliness,
And, in the eyes of the children of the sun
The sky faints with its truth,
And I discover the discoverer
Offering life, deaths, wounds,
Debts that time can not pay ....
The past is disguised with glories
When they write the ones that overcome the story,
But, the man reviews the altar
As an angel of truth.
And in the eyes of my children today
Crucify another good redeemer,
And I discover the discoverer
Offering lives, deaths, wounds,
Festivities that nobody can celebrate.
The whites shine on the streets,
Money buys crying and fright,
Culture vomits its alcohol
Through the mouth of a television,
Where the 'good' always wears blue
And murders mestizos from the south.
And I discover the discoverer
Offering lives, deaths, wounds.
Debts that time can not forget.
You can not forget.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)