Madre morena (en inglés)

Madre morena
A column of smoke,
is what hinders my mind
they are burning in their bonfire
the thoughts of my people
Polluting with a thousand liters of cyanide
they're going to get us out the ass
tons of cancer is going to rain
so that those rashes on my skin

I do not know what's wrong, I can not find
and if I find myself going to be with this pain
that does not leave me, does not let me sleep
and it highlights my being more fighter
The days are already passing the shot
and the land that does not find respite
plagues are added, yagas in the mouth
and my desire to shout that there are not few
Brunette today, brunette is going to dance
Brunette today, brunette is going to sing
And it seems that we are nothing
here, neither life nor water is valued
and it seems that we are nothing
here what is better is gold and silver
I need to jump, take out my flag
because it's my land, it's my condemnation
so stand up, run
let's show them what they do not want to see
Let's show them this town asleep
Asleep for its chlorine, for its toxic assortment
of laws and mandates that do not allow us to be
use our resources as if it were a

Brunette today, brunette is going to dance
brunette today, brunette is going to sing
Do not come back late, male
unless you want them to use your body as coal