Brazos Cruzados
La Pestilencia
Crossed Arms
Peace is not painted
With white birds
It's not done with intimidations
Nor murders nor mistreatments
Nor publicly judging
Those who live in the fields
Tired young people marching
End up counted in series like jars
And in the city the news
Look for blood and beautiful women
To keep recreating
And we continue with crossed arms
Here quietly enduring
There's no peace with extortion
No peace (3)
There's no peace with intimidation
No peace (3)
There's no peace with bureaucracy
No peace (3)
