La Selva Se Muere

La Selva Se Muere
The land
The land of our future
The land of our children
Is bleeding to death
La selva se muere
Our essence
Was raped by religion
Your greed, your rotten system
Is taking us down
La selva se muere

The ground is flooded with blood
La selva se muere
Respira su herida...
Es mi sangre
The walls won’t talk
My thoughts don’t tell me much
I don’t remember sitting here before
The walls won’t talk
And I don’t hear a sound
A rotten smell is giving me some clues
I’m the end of the bloodline.