Bruta Grúa
Buenayunta
Brute Crane
It's got strong foundations of iron and rubber
And a unique shell
It's a ritual of anxieties
And your transformation is spiritual
Inside you, there are oddities, I know
Spells that captivate
Things that life still holds
Inspiration for poetry
Crane that doesn’t back down leaves behind
The troubles that disturb the good vibes
When we’re up high
We forget the petty criticisms
The applause comes one at a time
And the voices become a symbolic voice
Discernment in silence
From the apprentice who shouts at you
Forward, grab the pen
Put in the strength, let’s go, brute crane
Every time you lift us
We’re a dream, floating down the road
Floating... Put in the brute strength, crane
