Europa
Arbolito
Europe
Who said that culture has no smell?
Who said that your progress isn't rotten?
Under your nails the blood,
History screaming
Lie or truth
Have you ever thought of asking for forgiveness?
You never thought of returning a penny
Beware, the indigenous awaken
And debts are debts
Here or in your shitty banks!
The fat one in her cradle grew vigorous
Chewing guts from Mexico and Bolivia
Developing languages, arts, sciences, loves
A trampoline without brakes to human heights
Your painters paint,
Your fine music plays,
Healthy, your boys and girls keep growing
Europe and your next of theft and death
The beauty of the defeated
Still rots your forehead...
Who said that culture has no smell
It smells of mutilated Toba almost quartered
Kidnapped black man dying from lashes
Hospitals saturated
Infected rivers flow
Kids who won't even get to see
Not a damn carnival
Your painters paint,
Your fine music plays,
Healthy, your boys and girls keep growing
Europe and your next of theft and death
The beauty of the defeated
Still rots your forehead...
