Cortar
Aztecas Tupro
Cut
Look at that tree, it bears bad fruit
Dry from time already
But its shadow won't cover me
Because my axe is sharp
For what you love the most, start sharpening it
What you can start cutting
Deep incision that has already started bleeding
Blood of my blood, spiritual cleansing
COME ON, TIME IS PASSING
LEAVE BEHIND WHAT DOESN'T SERVE YOU, LET THE WIND CARRY IT
COME ON, LOOK, YOU'RE DRYING UP
WATER IT, DESTINY MUST BE WATERED
You keep deceiving yourself and keep lying
Words that not even the dumbest or most foolish believe
Life is only one and you are its owner
But you don't see it and keep lying
People give you things you don't need
Things given by people you no longer want
Realize and accept and cut even if it hurts
If the knot isn't untied, the rope won't loosen
It's cut with a knife, it's cut with an axe
It's cut with a saw, with a cutter or with a razor
It's cut with a gesture, it's cut with words
When it's cut, it hurts because the wound bleeds