Las Animas

We must prevent a war, ah
Apparently the inhabitants of the earth cannot remain at peace
The birds sing their omens watching us arrogantly
From the murky skies of the suburb

I write from the epicenter of time
I sense the moan of the winds of the living and the dead
I go where reason guides me
Almost always close to the heart of the one who asks me not to trust

They are liquids, flesh, and bones
But the human being is much more than that, I confess to you
I am in the hand that was never offered to the fallen
Look for me in the hopes of the oppressed

I am in the laughter and in the tears, not scaring
I am just the weed that was born in the holy field
I come from hell and I warn you that war is worse
There is no similar gloom or fire like that heat

The ice crackles, the subsoils move
And the star spins swiftly through the sky like a messenger oriole
Our history is written on a stone from Olympus
They speak of our struggles between the soul and instincts

Ah! The future sends telegrams
Telepaths decipher enigmas with epigrams
The prayers of the elders were captured far away
The laughter of the children was the response to the advice

You can't count on me
To go and kill a friend
Nor an enemy, because I don't want to be a killer
The walker makes the path, again-again!

You can't count on me, no
You can't count on me, no
If it's to kill a friend, nothing
Nor an enemy, nothing

Because I don't want to be a killer, man
What can I tell you?
It's Can-Can on the mic, hey
You Kapú
Gbec
Foundation
The pick, the souls
The souls
Wuh