El Parto
El Ultimo Ke Zierre
The Birth
Light, what a beautiful light!
Tell me about the sun, give me its warmth
And tell me about the sea
About those waves that crash down
Welcome, you poor soul
To the planet of the slaves
The beggars and the treacherous dogs
When there's hunger!
You poor soul, tear your body apart!
If you don't want to be devoured
And go insane!
If you don't want to be humiliated
