La Línea

There on that edge of the world
The sweatshop never sleeps
From a waste on the land
The son of the sun was born

The healer wrapped
With rags and herbs she rubbed
The skin of that mulatto child
Whose skin feathered out

Oh, what a wonder this is!
What the NAFTA caused
From an imaginary line
From a chivi chivi colo

A child with moon eyes
Sang a word of flower:
'This material world
Is only temporary'

Cornflower
The sky is watching over you
Plain of fire
The land that bore you

Spirit of the earth
Spirit of evil
Spirit of luck
That has to walk