Hombre Blanco

(500 years we have suffered the oppression of our race,
but here among us we will stop this abuse
because this land is ours, blood for blood,
blood in, blood out)

The spilled blood is not from the white man
it's from the aborigine who lost it fighting
took away his race without any sense
used his lands, burned his world
I refuse my ancestors and their murderous acts
I hope you're with me on this
a thousand children crying, horror striking
mothers tortured, their men crying
and you ever thought you were superior
you fell very low, don't do it again

White man, my mind is not blank
how many more Indians must die?
white man, my mind is not blank
how many, how many!

You feel my presence, you feel me knocking on your
door, wake up!
we are more than you realized, the words hurt
for once
because what you think is all backwards
you know deep down you're afraid
because the lands will return to their owners
filthy racist, your time has come
you will get lost in the fog of your history
the clique valderrama burns
you know nothing about our skin
we make you wake up from this torment
it's another's turn to fall slowly

White man, my mind is not blank
how many more Indians must die?
white man, my mind is not blank
how many, how many

Hidden acts continue
it's time to enter a clarified state, a clarified state
you know what's happening outside the neighborhood
thousands of kids die desolate
children are sold for a few pesos
hunger in the world burned brains
mother endures, even though that's not enough
don't sell your child or your praise will fall
if malnutrition reached there
sooner or later it will come here
poverty has already expanded its limits
breaking the fence, brother, what did you think
isolated
the people demand a healthy protection
and not your sadistic battalion

White man, my mind is not blank
how many more Indians must die
white man, my mind is not blank
how many, how many!