Violencia en el parque
Aquelarre
Violence in the park
Violence in the city park
Terror on the roads there
And so they turn your hands into fire
Tomorrow
What warm waters will overwhelm you
From the natural scream
When you wake up
If they really call you
And in this park your feet are known
Skies of mist made
Will heal on your lips
Who can, who can stop you
When the bird blows light of freedom
Everyone is together in the park
Singing songs of the final sky
