Cria cuervos

Since ancient times they make their way
Frustrations of a Neanderthal
Little brains that haven't broken
Their umbilical cord
Today excuses pour out like intruders
With cerebral apathy
I don't value the most cowardly boasts
Of muzzled dogs
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Like a spinning top
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Like a spinning top
Raise ravens, raise ravens
They will pluck out your eyes

Ignorance that is woven
In the networks of capital
Gray matter that falls asleep
In the vapors behind glass
They are racisms that raise and reveal
An inferiority complex
If there's no leader they cower and protect
Their mental alienation

Made of wood
Are the statues of sorrows
More fish at dinners
Less games of chains

Raise ravens in your home
One more among the masses
Raise ravens, laugh at their jokes
That later will be misfortunes