Río Turbio

Behind the beauty, there's a murky river
What are you hiding in your path, hard to navigate?
Attempts to break free, drowning in their cries
Cover the banks, hard to escape

Only among its branches, there's a white light
Mowed down by eyes, refusing to see
It's useless to struggle, paddling upstream
If the eyes are blind, the heart will burn with thirst

Feeling its steps, it sinks into its fate
No longer hiding those signs, that reveal the truth
The river flows slower, you can feel its meaning
But that river is murky and its truth is insane