Para Seguir Viviendo

The red leaves that grow
that grow full of horror
stifle my movements
suffocate my heart
and burn my feeling
suffocate my heart
and burn my feeling.

The leaves are no longer leaves
they are flames brought by the wind
that grow full of horror
suffocate my heart
and burn my suffering
suffocate my heart
and burn my suffering.

The flames brought by the wind
and my sweat does not extinguish
raise a wall
with gasoline and shrapnel

The leaves are no longer leaves
they are flames brought by the wind
and in the middle of those leaves
my voice will keep living,
my voice will keep living,
Rodrigo Rojas in flames
your voice will keep living.