Cinturon Vacio
Chala Rasta
Empty Belt
You look at me, I don't know how to walk.
Tomorrow you will look for me.
I saw your hatred reflected on the wall,
I felt the pocket, didn't know what to do.
Oh!, I'll be waiting for you.
Oh!, I'll find you.
With the empty belt,
no, no, no, no, you won't know what to do.
You think you own the faith.
Without your badge, you can only run.
And your children won't forgive you,
the orphans you leave behind.
Oh!, I'll be waiting for you.
Oh!, I'll find you.
With the empty belt,
no, no, no, no, you won't know what to do.
I don't understand how you can sleep.
My nightmares are dreams for you.
And you want to extinguish my joy,
violence is your happiness.
Oh!, I'll be waiting for you.
Oh!, I'll find you.
With the empty belt,
no, no, no, no, you won't know what to do.
Oh!, jackal of the night.
Oh!, I'll find you.
Oh, blue car that kills
the, the party of my people.
Oh!, I'll be waiting for you.
Oh!, I'll find you.
With the empty belt,
no, no, no, no, you won't know what to do.
Oh!, I'll be waiting for you.
Oh!, I'll find you.
With the empty belt,
no, no, no, no, you won't know what to do.
WHEN I DIE
When I die I will leave in the mud
the eternal mark of the one who goes,
and the children and the elderly
will dance at the funeral.
When I go I will leave in the wind
seeds of my will,
and when I return, at any time,
I will reap the only thing I was.
The sea is not so far,
it's not so far.
The sea is not so far,
it's not so far.
The sea is not so far,
it's not so far.
It's not so far.
Life dies, death lives.
The one who walks will always seek,
the old source of eternal life
is not so hard to find.
