El País Del Sagrado Corazón
La Pestilencia
The Country of the Sacred Heart
Don't destroy for
Don't destroy for
I started to grow
And several of my friends died
On the way, some for money
Others for power
Many died between bullets
Or for standing
In a forbidden place
It's not the why
Because there are no stories to invent
Social decomposition
Has more victims every time
And sometimes it can be
Someone we know
Tortured and tied up
Found dead in the river
Don't destroy for
Don't destroy for
In Colombia nothing is certain
We are heirs of shit
We are heirs of shit
We are the great homeland
We are the great homeland
The one that forgets quickly
And never remembers
Don't destroy for
Don't destroy for
