Desde La Postura

From the posture of the one who says too much
And makes too little
A volcano erupts every now and then in me
As a form of protest
It bothers you that I think about this
War of propaganda against identity

For the trap, a plan B
You don't want to be like that
For money, the monkey dances
And you don't have the swing
And the fear they instill in you to live
Seems to have no turning back
And your grain of sand never covers the sea

They are baiting
Smiling with cruel vehemence
They want to sell you the idea
That a book doesn't leave you more
Than a crazy cumbia
And you bite at full speed
And the worst part is that you don't realize

Let's propose to break this chain
Being firm when dealing with conscience
The betrayal of a people
Calls for feeling sorry
Because I believe and I'm not exaggerating
That's madness

The honest man turns a blind eye
Must be the bug of misfortune
Crazy world if there ever was one
Not even those from Borda
Do the things that more than one priest does

Even in heaven there must be
A few injustices
I tell myself and I know I play badly
But it's not worth the heel
Of so much everyday life
I can't stand against your evil

Even in heaven there must be
A few injustices
I tell myself and I know I play badly
But it's not worth the heel
Of so much everyday life
I can't stand against your evil

And even though I know
The dark side will win
You know who you're going to fight
More than once you'll dream of me