Sobre Esta Tierra
Kraken
On This Land
What turns
A life into darkness?
I could ask
Even a poet who always said
I'm not a social chimera
Nor am I a brick, of these walls
Nor a city bird, nor has forgotten how to fly
I can moisten my face
In the fog
Who refuses to contribute to this world
Can never demand
The fragrance of naked tolerance
Nor equality
It turns into a fist
That tries to silence at will
The poets, the singers
The shamanic propellers
There are men
Who give their lives for an ideal
There are others who are just a wound
Because they are their own dagger
Mediocre ones don't usually change
They only believe in luck
But there are men who see beyond
Without fear of death
Those dead-end labyrinths
Never overshadow those who shine
With enchanting light, on this land
On this land
There are men
Who give their lives for an ideal
There are others who are just a wound
Because they are their own dagger
Mediocre ones don't usually change
They only believe in luck
But there are men who see beyond
Without fear of death
Those dead-end labyrinths
Never overshadow those who shine
With enchanting light, on this land
On this land, on this land
On this land, on this land
