Sueltalo B-Side (feat. Lengualerta, Jeronimo Gonzalez)

It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being

We sing to manifest what we long for
Alchemists who materialize with our verses
Abracadabra, we are singers who weave different realities
With what we verbalize
We dream and no one can stop the visions we create
There are no boundaries for what we imagine
This surpasses any rule, law, or geographical limit
And if not, we break it down with music
We are in motion
And with each step taken, we glimpse the horizon
But the more we advance
It seems like we never reach the destination of the eternal traveler and we enjoy it
The destination of the eternal traveler and we enjoy it

It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being

My cup empties to fill me with pure energy like crystal clear water
My blood flows like the Andean snow running through mountains
The rivers laugh
Charranguera tickles, medicine from the mountains
I connect with the source and the voice of the earth
The eternal journey encloses itself
I inhale this life and release this war
I release the money, the fear, the complaining
I release the picket, my pride, the judging
I release comparing, the pressure, assuming
I release the future, tomorrow, and yesterday
I release perfection and I release identity
I release with my disease programs
I release expectations to be able to float
I release attachment to be able to fly

It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being

You will release the lighter path
Let go to not continue like a chained slave
Release the pending accounts with the past
Release all life, death walking by our side
Release like the leaf that is carried by the wind
Release to feel lightness and fly
Release without panicking about fragility
Release nothing is certain in this world, that's it
Release assumptions
Release worries
Release the idea that there are better and worse
Release the opinions that the spotlights have of me
Release the sick route of the oppressors

Release the armor to let the pure soul emerge
Release the ties, the internal dictatorships
Release all mold that limits sanity
Release that is the cure for my fear of heights (repeat)

Release that is the cure for my fear of heights

Release, jump, fly
To reach your home
Release, jump, fly
Letting go, leaving behind

It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being

I release shouting, lying, getting angry
I release controlling, self-criticizing
I release ignoring this manifest stealing from my essence the impulse to create
I release taking things personally
I release my ego, all my dualities
I release justification, being right
I release the answer, overanalyzing
I release limiting, repressing desire
I release not seeing the roots of where I come from
I release the purge, time, the steering wheel
I release death arriving at any moment
I release competing, life is not a race
I release conflicts of borders and flags
I release my perspective of success, each being serves, has a purpose

It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being