Los Hijos Del Maiz

My grandfather died working the land
He never left the mountain, he was always in the sierra
When I was a child, he gave me a hoe
I entrust you with the land if one day I'm not here, day and night he worked without stopping
But a chief wanted to dispossess him
How it could rot
In any way
Even if my grandfather died of anger
Death came and he had to leave
His soul of Tarasco had to fly
With tears, my tata, I remember you again
I promise to sow those lands again
Your soul, my tata, I have to avenge
Even if I have to exchange the hoe for a rifle

To the children of corn
To the children of corn
The children of corn
They have made them suffer
They have made them suffer and want to see them die
To the children of corn
To the children of corn
The children of corn
They have made them suffer
They have made them suffer and want to see them die

Owner of nothing in an insecure world
Half eating a half-hard bread
Slave of hunger
Misery violence
Sometimes you learn not to have conscience
There are no jobs
Money is scarce
Politicians with money don't pay attention to us
This is a failure every day that passes
A new party is another slap
They call it democracy (yeah right)
It amuses me
But more pain and leaves a bad taste
I have lost my fear of death
I don't know if dying is the best remedy
New faces new laws
False illusions
So much time has passed that I have come to conclusions
Attention children of corn
To the bad weed you have to pull out the root

They have made you suffer for having nothing
Poverty continues because it never ends
The most screwed people are the most involved
They see everything as the problem and nothing gets resolved
500 years hidden the truth
5 generations in darkness
The light has come, the storm has ended
The sleeping giant wakes up again
The soul of Che advises me
Villa tells me to listen up
Finally, this fight finds a match
I gladly end with all the nobility
We are children of corn protecting the root
Damn the misery of our country
From the womb, I root out the problem
Eliminating the corrupt and cruel system
The spiritual stage has arrived
Where the battle is tit for tat
What you give, you receive
You prevent the unjust
If not
You deserve where you live

Change comes with sacrifice
Like the pain caused by a hole
It's worth it if you get the benefit
I seek weapons, I want to change my profession
Free myself from this vicious cycle
The Indian remains poor and the rich powerful
I die of thirst being the owner of the well
Those responsible deserve prison
All horns or all tails
Zapata's shouts towards the bald ones
The cannons roar, the drums sound
The time has come for the impostors
You draw the problems, look for the solution
I don't want this letter to be just a song
You die or cry
You fight or plead
Your actions in history, what will they say

History reminds us
All the stumbles we have had throughout our lives
However, we continue to fall into the same mistakes
We are still psychologically controlled, dominated
And in order to break this cycle
An individual initiative is needed
With a lot of discipline
Each of us has to end selfishness
Eliminating the ego and replacing it with us
In the same way that our ancestors coexisted
Collectively in a more spiritual way
We are descendants of a pure race
Unique
With a lot of knowledge
Let's not let our past die
We have to rescue it from the clutches of materialism
From selfishness, from ignorance
Because all this together
Is the cradle where envy, betrayal, and racism are born
And all the negative energies that have attacked our people for over 500 years
It's time to repair the damage to the race of the cosmos