Nací con la piel inmaculada (Pasodoble)

I was born
With immaculate skin
More real and more human
And purer than the skin
That I have now, the skin
That I have now
I was born
Tangled in a tapestry
Under a new canvas
I was born
Without marks and without patches
I was born
With my skin smelling of life
Ready to go out
To debut and to feel
A strange reality
Unknown
Little by little it started changing
It got stained
With the genetics of my name
And it began poisoning me
With those tears
I swallowed for being a man
It got dirty with the masculinity
And with the authority
That my skin inherited
And a crust of aggression
That buried my sensitivity
Under another skin
My skin was trained to be dominant
Punishing, arrogant
Owner of the power
I will tear off this skin
Corrupted and patriarchal
And it will grow back
And I will tear it off again
Like this, over and over
Until I am reborn
My original skin
To prevent it from growing
This infected skin
On future skins
I will keep tearing it off
With my nails scratching
A partner to be
A human being at your level
A human being at your level