Otro Viento Mejor

There are men who dare,
men who complain and
there's the owner of today's ball.
He who handles the risks of my land,
my turns and my production.
There are snakes that heal, there are phrases that kill you
and there's the cobweb of what remains.
But at the top of the tallest tree we will make nests...
And we will look for another better wind,
one that gives us back our voice.
And there will be stars as traces of destiny.
From the path of those who always shouted and no one listened.
From those who always sought a better wind.
There are emergency slums,
emergencies in my people
and there's not a single position that comes to speak today.
And so at the top of the tree...
And there will be no need to pay later,
the debts of I don't know who.
Crazy to think, of a giant tree as my place.
Crazier I will be,
if I exchange illusions for the account of well-being.